I've hardly wasted anything. [Itachi glares a bit over his shoulder, showing more ire than he usually allows himself.] The vegetables will go bad if they aren't used anyway.
[And then his attention returns to the stove, and the currently sizzling but not yet burnt mess.]
[Action]
[And then his attention returns to the stove, and the currently sizzling but not yet burnt mess.]
I'm cooking, obviously.