"Aight Sensei Max." This is like food magic to Pratt, and he watches and follows along. There's a good chance he'll forget this tomorrow, but right now he's real good at taking orders, even if they're about chopping food.

"Chicks dig scars but not these kinds huh?" He grins as he follows suit, chopping his onion into pretty even little cubes. He's a good student, or a good lackey depending on how one looks at it. "Is the kitchen here cuz of you? Like did you open up something from Sundries and got hit in the head by a Home Depot catalog and then a kitchen constructed itself?"