Cooking

I've cooked two times in my life. I've never had the need to as I live with my parents and they have always been there to cook. The only times I've cooked was because my parents weren't at home, and I didn't have any other optiona if I wanted to eat. The first time I cooked I overcooked my meal - although I did eat everything, food is food after all-. The second time I undercooked it.
My family spent part of my summer telling me to learn to cook before starting to live alone, but in the end I didn't so the first night I improvised. As I started cooking the vegetables, my baby dragon rested on my shoulders, snoring softly. I swayed my hips as music filled the kitchen.
Suddenly, lighting filled the sky as thunder was heard over the music. A small yelp sounded by my ear as my dragon, that had been sleeping peacefully on my shoulders, woke up from the sudden sound. The dragon hid. It didn't start raining inmediatly, instead thunder filled the air and the sky greyed and darkened as the night fell. Slowly, the rain started falling. First, slowly, building momentum bit by bit.
I finished my cooking as my baby dragon hid as best as he could, showing his small face for a bit, but hidding again with each loud thunder. I couldn't help but smile as I saw my baby looking at me with his big green eyes.
I wouldn't say the meal was a complete success, but I am proud that it was pretty good. I ate listening to the sound of the rain as background. A meal with the sound of rain is always more enjoyable (even if my baby doesn't like it).