Cades slowly reached for the trabara, a fat and juicy one that was already exuding an exasperatingly sweet smell out of it's open orifices, something that happened when they were near high heat such as right now while he was intending to boil it in water, making his favourite dish.
Trabara spaghetti, his all-time favourite dish and the one that his mom had first started teaching him about when he started to learn cooking, a basic skill that all living beings should be able to practice according to her own words, something that Cades adapted as his own later on and continued to say to his sister, as little as she may be, after she messed up with some simple cooked trabara, even if it was only to mess with her after she used heat so low that the trabara, the cooked trabara, didn't even cook, a travesty that went against the very name of the dish she was supposedly cooking, but Cades was really just messing with her.
No matter what, his sister was only eight years old right now, she was only really allowed to cook very rarely and under watch so she didn't accidentally bring the whole house down with her, but Cades on the other hand had turned out to be rather talented, or at least he had begun to think of himself as that, either way, his parents seemed to like what he cooked and, though he himself hadn't realized it back then, he just liked to make them happy with something he made, something that he had put his own effort in, and something that he had definitely put no sweat, blood or other bodily fluids into like one had to do in other tasks.
He smiled for a moment as he felt the purple mass of the hot trabara in his hands, and smiled even more as he started to slowly, carefully, peel of the sides of the trabara, a fruit resembling a purple pear, and felt it's juices stream above his hands that he had previously washed, and finally watched as the powerful juices mixed with the water, waiting for him to lower the completely peeled trabara into it, something he indeed did do after just a bit, finally lowering it using a wide spoon with a multitude of holes within it so he didn't burn himself and the searing hot liquid didn't splash onto him, something that he knew would hurt, though his mom would probably know a way to resolve the problem.
As the fruit was finally lowered into the boiling water in the pot that sat above the magical stove that his parents had been brought into this place back when they first moved in, a rather common accommodation on ehetria and most other worlds, a simple heating spell that had to be infused with no mana, simply relying on the mana supplied through circuits that ran through the ground, similar to electricity in some of the other worlds before they also adapted to this system, he began to think a bit and after a few seconds of that, of just standing there in the surprisingly clean kitchen for one that a 12 year old child was cooking in, he grabbed some of the spices from the rack by the side, one that he had made himself, one that was crude and one that he was planning of making a new one of soon anyways, seeing as the smell of the artifact had long since vanished and his parents had only really been keeping it because they were proud of him.
The spices he was using were considered sweeteners in almost any other world, ones that enhanced both the sweetness and energy within a dish by using both mana and naturally occurring minerals like sugar itself, just because ehetrians loved sweetness and lived off of the energy that came from both natural sweets like sugar, and artificial energies that were added to dishes, be it just by a natural exposition to the source of the energy like with trabaras, and they loved them just like other species's liked salt, pepper, bell pepper, curry ,garlic, and many others, more that he could name right now.
And indeed, just a bit later, it was already done.
The spaghetti were cooked, he had thrown a single spaghetto a the wall to test if it was through, a small trick he still remembered from back when he was a child and his mom showed it to him, as the noodles stuck to the wall, not even falling after an entire five minutes, a time he had never thought possible back then, he even remembered as she had told him that they were well to go, perhaps in some cases even a bit too well done, after all, it just meant that they were ready, not for how long they had been ready.
He lowered them, spinning them in the right form so that they were slightly ornamental on his own plate and called out for his parents and his sister shortly after, feeling how they were all coming soon after, the dad standing up from the couch after taking a break when he got back from his work as a guard of one of the many forests in which all the monsters resided that were sometimes even used at Unulria, an easy but long job, one that had also allowed him to teach Cades a bit of fighting that had later turned out to be of a detrimental help to him, his mom had been sitting next to him, reading a book as she did so often, and his sister had been in her room jumping around, something she did quite often lately, she was training for something but didn't want to tell Cades, but he knew that she wanted to be a 'warrior' as she called it.
Cades however soon realized that something was wrong.
He had been waiting to eat, wanting to take his first bite after hearing from his family, but soon after his sister had the worst reaction, outright spitting it into a piece of paper, and soon after, when he took a bite he realized why, he had been using the wrong spice.
Instead of using sugar he had been using salt.
It was a simple mistake, but to the Cades from back then it had seemed like the end of the world.
His mom, after first calming him down after he had said how sorry he was for ruining the food, began to explain to him that it was just a mistake he had made after he had gotten used on how to do it, she had said that he had just gotten used to it, and that it was just a mistake, with them even being able to laugh about it in the end.
It might not be that important, but to Cades, it was one of the memories that he would always remember, even after all that had happened, and all that was destined to happen.