The kids (even bloody Zachary) went back to fight (i.e. compete with each other) after breakfast. The goblins went to resume their work, and Finn pulled one of the arm chairs to the front porch to watch the battles while sipping tea.
He took the chonky panda and placed him on his lap so he could knead him mindlessly as his mind floated. Pang, who was just lazy by default, just accepted it as a massage.
Who taught him how to cook? It was not his mother, who perished early on. She did teach him some of the basics, like how to crack eggs, not to wash the meat, what color was cooked or medium-rare and such.
Then, they died, he was thrown to the orphanage, and he ran away to find the bastard, starting an immature quest for revenge.
Rather, the person who taught him was an old, lonely grandma who retired from the stressful world of Michelin stars and snobby customers, starting a simple diner by herself.
