Literally just said, “Can you make the spaghetti? The sauce is in the fridge.” Simple instructions. Foolproof, right? Ten minutes later, she’s yelling from the kitchen like it’s a crime scene. “The water’s not boiling, should I just put the pasta in?” “Do I need to wash it first?” “Why is the sauce *cold?!*” I walk in… she’s got the spaghetti broken in half, the burner on low, and the sauce heating in the plastic container it came in. She looks at me all proud and goes, “See? I can cook too.” That was the moment I realised I didn’t need someone who thinks pasta is supposed to crunch 😌