Having made a pseudo plan of sorts he decided to start cooking, he was alone at the moment with Scott being god knows where and his mother being in the hospital.
He also wanted to test out his [Cooking] skill and see just how great an SSS+ ranking skill truly was.
So he grabbed all the ingredients he would need, his hands hands then blurred as his mind and skill worked in tandem with each other.
Grabbing a couple of vegetables before instinctively using the spell [Instant Processing] and watched the vegetables split and become finely chopped in an instant.
' Instant indeed....'
He also made note to figure out a way to weaponise that spell.
Then he grabbed a pot and poured water in it and instead of using the [Water Boil] as it was intended and levitating it, he instead simply channeled the heat part of the spell and watched steam rise and the water start to boil.
Grabbing a bag of rice and pouring it into the pot he then grabbed some seasoning and dumped them alongside the vegetables into the pot.
Then he went and processes the meat and some more vegetables, poured in some oil on another pan and proceeded to pour in the vegetables and meat into it after the oil reached an adequate level of heat.
He wondered whether this was him truly cooking or just his skill directing him, that thought though was quickly dismissed as he focused back on cooking.
It was 30 minutes later that he was finally done, he didn't know whether his skill cut the time for the dish to be ready or not but he disregarded that for mow, looking at his creations he wanted to put a little touch of magic into his first dish after gaining so much knowledge in cooking.
So he channeled his magic with the spell [Channel Magic] into his dishes and watched as they seemingly gained a hue of magical radiance.
' That smells amazing....' He thought with a grin watching as the dishes gained an aura of magic of their own.
' Well I think that's it, now to taste.'
Taking out a spoon he then proceeded to scoop up a spoonful of the chicken stew and brought it to his mouth.
Immediately as the spoon touched his tongue he felt his body relax and his body shudder before he had to stifle out a groan of pure bliss.
He chewed for what seemed like minutes in his mind before swallowing, only then did he gain his clarity back.
But even then he was smiling like an idiot.
' That's.....that's probably the greatest thing I've put in my mouth.'
Smiling to himself he immediately dished out four plates.
One for his mother, another for his brother and another one for Stiles as he liked coming to their house from time to time.
Then he grabbed his own and bolted to his room, then started digging in.
He was sure that if anyone would have passed his room then they would've thought he was doing something indecent.
He didn't even realise when he finished his plate before it was too late.
He had to hold himself to not go downstairs that moment and grab another plate.
But as he did that he frowned.
' This shit is kinda addictive...'
Looking at the plate and the bits of rice and stew remnants he had the urge to lick the plate dry but again had to stop himself.
' Fuck, I might have to dial it down a bit on cooking or learn how to control it before I turn into a glutton'
Shaking his head he then looked out of his window and frowned, it was almost dark.
He should start practicing about now.
So after locking the door and having a bunch of bottles in his room he had been just about to start when he paused.
He still hadn't read through his [A Bend In Magic] Book.
He wondered whether or not to focus on it tonight or not.
Should he further his studies in water magic and hope that it grew strong enough to counter the threats that lay before him, or should he broaden his horizon and see what other Magic's lay to offer.
The answer was already set in stone the moment he realised that he had a magic book in his inventory.
So with a swift mental command a book fell on his lap, to never grace his inventory again.
He'd need to make a hidden compartment in his room to hide it after he read through it.
' Just another thing on my wishlist.' He mused with a grin before he flipped the metallic cover of his magic book and layed his eyes on its first page.
It felt like paper but had a metallic sheen to it, maybe just another thing about magic books.
So his eyes fell on the first words on the first page, an unknown language gracing his eyes before like magic they shifted into English.
' Neat.'
And so his studies commenced.
_______________________________________________________
—[Hours Later]—
He didn't know how much time had passed before a knock came at his door breaking his focus from the explanation and guide of how the last spell worked.
He blinked for a minute before frowning, he saw on his alarm clock that it was 12:45.
Just about the time that his mother would return, but he didn't know why she'd want to talk to him at this time as they would always speak in the morning for such things.
So either it was important or something had happened, so immediately he closed the book and hid it under his pillow before running to the door, unlocking it before pulling it wide open.
He looked at his mother, already having towered over her with his height and frowned seeing the embarassed face that she had on her face.
" Mom?" He inquired, not having expected the embarassment on her.
" I...I fucked up." She said immediately spiking his adrenaline to a high.
" What's wrong? What happened? Are you alright? Where's the body?" He rapidly shot questions at her, the last question though slipped out unintentionally, sleep deprivation already catching up to him.
" I kinda— wait, what body?" She muttered with a confused face.
" You...fucked up, so I thought you might have killed someone." He embarrassingly said with a chuckle having already thought of the worst.
" No! What? What would make you think that i—" She paused, breathed in and looked at him straight in the eyes.
" I didn't kill anybody, markus." She said with a sigh.
He smiled seeing how some worry seemed to leave her eyes and her shoulders lowered.
" So?" He asked getting back to track.
Melissa, his mom sighed and grabbed his hand and dragged him downstairs.
He was a bit confused at first but after she led him to the kitchen he saw what was wrong.
The pots were empty, her plate, Scott's plate and even Stiles plate was empty.
" Oh." He muttered holding in a stifle of a laugh, then he looked at her stomach and raised a brow seeing how it didn't bulge out.
He was brought out of his musing at that thought from a pinch to his pecks, not wearing anything up there.
" Oww!" He exclaimed, not out of harm but from instinct.
" Stop looking at my stomach!" She muttered with a pout on her face which caused him to chuckle.
" So you ate all the food...." He muttered staring at the mess in the kitchen but for some reason there was not even a speck of food leftover." How?"
" I don't know!" She exclaimed.
" What do you mean, you don't know?" He asked her with a straight face, even though inside he knew how this could have came to be.
" I just took a spoonful out of my plate and it was the best thing I've had in my entire life, might I add, then the next thing I know it was finished!" She ranted pacing infront of him." Then somehow I grabbed Scott's plate and the leftover one which I can probably guess was for Stiles and then it was all done!"
" Okay? That's fine, we still have some on the p—" He paused as he again looked back at the mess in the kitchen and found the pots laid on their side completely empty.
" Yeah! I know right?" She added with a groan as she sat on a chair, her hands on her forehead, hiding her eyes.
" How are you not bloated?" He couldn't help but ask, afterall there had been enough food for atleast 6 more people left on the pots.
Melissa looked at her stomach and frowned before looking at him." You know what, I don't know."
" Is there something wrong with me? Am I going crazy?" She asked, her hands sporadically swaying.
Sighing to himself hiding the soft smile on his face he just sat besides her.
It would be a long night consoling his mother on why she ate everyone's entire meal..... probably.
He hoped not.
' Damn, I really need to dial down how good the food I cook is.'