So much for my clever plan to get out of my chores.

[Paul heaves a sigh, accepting his defeat and the mixing bowls with equally exaggerated resignation.

It's still odd, doing anything as mundane as a chore. He sets to beating the cake mixture with vigor anyway, because at least he's confident that can't go particularly wrong.

(He has no idea.)]

What are you going to teach me to cook, besides cake? You should know my family has a bad reputation in the kitchen.