Despite dealing with an onslaught of sneezes ever since waking up, Damian was in very good spirit. Part of the good mood he owed to all the nice people he'd met during the SNAC meeting, and the other part to Ancient Runes' homework — homework which didn't feel like homework. Sweet, right? And so, humming a chirpy tune and with a skip to his step, Damian breezed into the workshop, carrying a basket laden with ingredients and tools in one hand, and a glittery notebook in another.

A small crowd had already amassed in the Ancient Runes workshop, and several dishes were underway. No thanks to a stuffy nose, it was rather sad that he could only imagine the delicious aromas emanating from everyone's preparations; his mouth watered all the same. The little snake spotted Cutty, Cris, and Leah working on their recipes, and greeted them as he walked over to his working station, blushing and smiling all the while.

Setting his basket and notebook on the counter top, Damian cracked his knuckles and set to work. So, what do we have here? A fairly simple recipe of Pizza Omelette. Cooking was something he and his father bonded over back at home. The Huxley men would wake up early on Sundays to whip up a scrumptious breakfast for the entire family, while destroying the kitchen in the process. Pizza Omelettes were a family favourite.

Standing on his tippy toes, Damian placed the ingredients on the counter top one by one: 3 eggs, half cup of milk, a block of mozzarella cheese, a hunk of beef, red chili powder, three green peppers, a couple of tomatoes, and salt and pepper. His notebook sat open on the counter, too, containing the instructions in case he forgot something. In a large mixing bowl, Damian cracked open the eggs, added a splash of milk, and lightly sprinkled the chili powder on top. As he couldn't get his hands on a cutting board, he ended up chopping the green pepper and tomatoes on the counter top.

What else, hmmmm. Face scrunched up in deep thought, a sliver of panic ran through him when he failed to find a whisk in his basket. Oh, poo. All he had was a large metal spatula for flipping the eggs, clearly way too big for whisking purposes. He could borrow a spoon from someone, but he didn't want to; they were either leaving, or had just cleaned their utensils. Argh! Tears had begun to flood his eyes already; he was trying his best to keep them from leaving his eyes. He spotted a tea towel in his basket, pulled it out, and dabbed at his eyes. Think, Damian, think.

An idea, a rather absurd idea, did come to him. He extracted his wand from his pocket, gave it a quick wipe with the tea towel, and as discreetly as possible, dunk the pointy end in the mixing bowl. Teary-eyed and cringing, Damian quickly whipped the egg and milk mixture until satisfied, then thoroughly cleaned his poor wand. Okay, just a little hiccup, that's all. Moving on, he placed a skillet on the small stove, and stepped back a few paces before taking out the Kenaz rune from his pocket.

Recalling Professor Botros instructions, he held the rune and wand in the same hand, and after ensuring that they were in contact, began to chant the Galdr, "Kenaz kenaz kenaz . . . ku ka ki ke ko . . . kun kan kin ken kon . . . ok ek ik ak uk . . . kaunnnnnnnnn." He recited, his eyes fixed on his notebook where he had scribbled down the galdr beforehand for ease. And then, drawing a breath, Damian said, "Incendio!" A happy giggle escaped him as flames, albeit not quite intense, blazed out and brought the stove to life. While the skillet heated up a little, Damian worked on the lump of meat, struggling to cut it into bite-size pieces.