It had been tough for him to accept help in the kitchen, being so used to doing everything himself before. And he did everything with precision and it was done a certain way and in a certain order. He'd tried to get Noct to help but that required mornings and it was a fight he couldn't win except on a rare occasion.

Old habits were hard to break and it took him a bit to adjust to another presence to assist him. It had been quite the change for him but once he realized Sarai could handle herself and had pretty high standards for cooking and cleanliness as he did, it went easier on the perfectionist.

The pesto was starting to look as if it had the right consistency, so that's what he worked on. Soon his green eyes looked over at Sarai worked. "How is it coming along?"