Shelly made a tutting sound in his mind that he chose to ignore while making another purchase through the system mall.
Gloria accepted the cookies and drink with the enthusiasm of a child receiving candy. She bit into a cookie, and her expression bloomed like those in ads, a bliss.
"Oh, these are really great, no matter how much I ate them," she breathed. "What are they made of? Where did the recipe come from?"
"I—" Neville admitted reluctantly. "The recipe is... sort of an experiment."
It wasn't technically a lie.
Even if there were already-made ones from Earth on the system mall, it was still expensive. Therefore, he was only left to do the hard work in recreating them, even though he didn't even attend a single cooking class.
Only by relying on his random memory of some cooking reels and MeTube videos to get the gist of ingredients. Either way, it was still a try-fail cycle.
