Jessica was in Yoona’s kitchen. She was busy preparing the ingredients for the pesto she was supposed to make. She wanted to put her evil plan to action, but it looks like she didn’t have to put much effort on it. Forget the odd ingredients and weird spices. Even with just her cooking, the food was going to come out awful. And so Jessica began to mix and heat the things with the assistance of an ancient cookbook she found in one of the cabinets. She was starting to wonder whether she chose the right cookbook since it looked like it was going to take years for her to finish cooking the dish.   Yoona was busy finishing her book in the study. After 30 minutes had passed since she left Jessica in the kitchen, she decided to check on her. She slowly slipped through the doors to take a look at their dinner. As she entered the room, she found Jessica scratching her nape, focusing intently on the cookbook.   Yoona was laughing inwardly at Jessica’s cute expression. She was laughing at Jessica’s idiocy and not at how cute she was-that was what Yoona kept told herself. Jessica noticed Yoona’s presence and turned to look at her puzzled. As she turned while holding the cookbook, Yoona noticed that it was her grandmother’s cookbook from decades ago.    “Why are you using that?” She asked Jessica.   “Well, it’s the only one I found.” Jessica replied incredulously.   “There are other more recent cookbooks in the leftmost counter.” Yoona said as she went to get one.   “You know, there’s much quicker ways to cook pasta from the newer recipes. That’s going to take a century to finish.” Yoona told Jessica as she handed her the cookbook.   Jessica slightly smiled as she again tried to figure out how to do the things instructed on the cookbook.   “Ok, uhm, person-whose-name-I-don’t-know-yet. I have a confession to make.” As Jessica said this, Yoona’s heart stopped and stayed still in her ribcage.    “I just realized something.” Yoona’s eyes were full of anticipation. “We’re both going to be eating what I cook and I don’t want to eat something inedible.”   “What?!” Yoona uttered in confusion.   “I can’t cook. I don’t know how to.”   When Yoona finally understood what she said. Her heartbeat went bac