Honestly, Pardoo can't even tell

Moments later, Ursula eagerly pulls a plate out of one of the cabinets above her head.

It's a little high up for her, but she specifically chooses to get a dish from there so she has an excuse to stand on her tip toes and wiggle her ass directly at Pardoo.

The naked paladin blushes and looks away, even as he feels his manhood stir against his will.

"I got up really early to make this," Ursula says with a twinge of pride in her voice. "And I did it all by myself!"

Normally the bossy nun would grab something on her way to work, insisting it was a donation to the church to whoever she shook down that day, but she wanted this to be special.

"Here it is!" She excitedly squealed like a love-sick teenager that was at least a hundred years younger.

Pardoo's eyes momentarily went wide from shock as he looked down at the plate and then to Ursula's girlish grin.

"Do you like it?" The curvaceous cutie nervously asks.

Two charred-black pieces of smoking... debris sat in the middle of the plate. Next to it was what was probably meant to be scrambled eggs, but they were brown and had hard spots sticking out of them that had probably originally been pieces of egg shells. Off to one side was a burnt piece of toast with... a carrot sticking out of it? But why?

"Do you like it a lot?" Ursula asks, her face looking very much like that of a child that has just tried to cook for their parents for the first time ever.

Pardoo blinks and then nervously grins back at the expectant woman.

She's sitting in the chair next to his and eagerly leaning in towards him, apparently unaware of the fact her lovely breasts have now slipped out of her apron and are now resting on the table.

The naked man reluctantly picks up his fork and tries to decide what to say.