Garland walked into his apartment, a bag filled with a few meager ingredients. The room was small, with a few cookwear in the corner, a bed, and a chest.
"Alright... Soup... How hard could it be?" He said to himself. He placed his ingredients on the table. He took a cutting board and took out an onion. He carefully started cutting the onion, his eyes started watering as soon as the onion was cut.
He left the onions on the board as he took a pot and some firewood. He threw the firewood into the hearth and took a torch to light it up.
He filled the pot with water and hung it over the fire. He get his corned beef and green peas. "Uhhh... Now what?"