"Ah, spoken like someone who is not a chef," Ignis drawls, gently patting out the last of the moisture. "Most of cooking has, truly, already been perfected. It is the rare invention which has made any great strides - such as blenders." Better than absolutely decimating your arm muscles from constant chopping and stirring.

"But knives, graters, long cook times... They're all perfect as is. So I have found myself still with a plethora of recipes to try from, and which come to mind whenever I peruse the marketplace Charlie has provided for us."

Satisfied that this is as good as he can get for now, Ignis leaves the rest to simple drying air, and sets the towel to the side. It's some of the flowers which he picks up next, fingers working nimble and quick. "For example... I've seen some others exploring the capabilities of their own bags, and have seen spring onions be pulled forth. In that case, they will make a wonderful component of a sort of egg roll which I think you would rather enjoy. All it needs is eggs, those onions, and ab it of carrots... And done. I think you'll like it."