Catra stands back to watch Tenten mix the eggs, her tail flicking and eyes wide. Watching food come together almost feels like magic. Not that she'd let on that she feels so strongly about the subject. Cooking oil. Right. She nods.

"Okay," she takes the spoon in one hand and the aromatics in the other and dumps them into the hot pan. She begins to stir the sizzling contents around the pan. It's clumsy at first but when she has a feel for how little force she really needs, Catra seems to be getting the hang of it.

"Do I add it now?" She asks as the scent of garlic, ginger, and onions fills the room. "Um--" She reaches out and grabs the plate of chicken and dumps it into the pan all at once and hurriedly stirs them as well. It's awkward and clumsy and she's feeling a little pressed now. There's a LOT going on in the pan.

"How do I know what color to look for?"