She's experiencing all the stages of grief. Darcy is undergoing ego death watching this man cooking 'pierogies' like this. This is a katabasis. She is standing in the middle of the nadir of her life and she can tell because he's adding hotdogs and tap water to a slow cooker to make pierogies. This has to be a set-up. Is she getting pranked? Has the last year of her life really been a set-up to this moment? Watching some fucking guy monumentally fuck up making pierogies? She physically cannot pick her book back up. This is the start of a Kafka novel. Darcy is going to spontaneously develop shingles from the stress it's putting her under. Is she sweating? At some point she started gripping the counter with white knuckles and she doesn't know when. Like her entire reality has been turned sideways.

And all of this without knowing it's going to work.

"Can I have one when you're done?"

She just... wants to see how badly this can turn out.