It helped too that the women around him enjoy doing this and boss him around too. Such is a possible disaster pansexual life.

"I see. We'd use just salt when we had it. For porridge; the breads, bay leaf, so long as you didn't eat it...it sounds fine. Rosemary would be a nice alternative though."

But she huffed, and gently touched his cheek. "Don't. Don't compare yourself to your cousin or whoever else is in the kitchen. You're doing what you can. It doesn't taste horrid. That's enough."