Isn't cooking sort of chemistry, anyway? [Shit. There's the one thing that he's slightly curious about aside from his ever-permanent obsession, even if he wishes to keep some sort of neutrality towards whatever recipes are around. He taps his shades higher up the bridge of his nose.] What made ya start liking it?

[He waves his hand to the side, also intrigued to see how this guy will manage to fix a tear like that. Does he carry sowing utensils with him?] Go for it. Is it an actual tear, or did the stitches snap open?