[ Text : Master ] How does pizza for dinner sound? I can get panda to help make the dough!

I'm just completely confused.

{  `they smell a little like mint and remind him too much of his master,--nothing like the flimsy ones he used to smoke a year back just for the sake of smoking--but it just made him out of breath and lazy when the nicotine went to his head. he licks his lips, tapping the pack of cigarettes at the bottom with his wrist and snatching one up he places it between his lips, bony fingers pinching the thin paper. He doesn't have a light and so he's using the flame from beneath the pot on the stove, and it's the smell of cigarettes that accompanies the beef in that short moment. He wants to cough, but it catches in his throat like something he's never done before and his eyes water --itchy and stinging. Junya flicks it in the sink and turns on the faucet to douse it, nothing like smooth anything he's known his master to describe them as but it must be the time that messes with him and his sudden dislike for the cigarettes. }   Right-- beef bone stew, { ` he clears his throat and scoops the mess he made out the sink along with the garbage he doesn't want in the disposal, and chucks it into the trash bin, nerves sparking across his skin.}  --needs another hour or two.