Luke grinned at the reveal of the great amount of kitchen utensils, taking a deep breath and focusing hard as he reached a hand out. It took an embarrassing amount of effort, and he really despised how slow the wooden spoon of his choice wobbled its way over to him, but eventually it landed in his hand. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, and shrugged sheepishly.

"This place messed with my abilities in the Force," he admitted, starting to stir the pot as the heat started to warm through. "I'm working on it, but it's not going too well."

He turned his focus back to the pot for the moment, though he peered over at the mention of her friend being a master chef, grinning.

"You know... I used to like helping Aunt Beru in the kitchen," he said. "I think I would have loved exploring that, if things hadn't happened as they did."