"Don't tell anyone," he replied as he rifled through the contents of the fridge, "but I rather like cooking."

Back when Alabaster was first becoming accustomed to his new appendages, there was only so many things he could do to practice that weren't overly tedious and boring, until the idea of cooking occurred to him. It would be a fine test of everything from precision work to multitasking. So he began simply - eggs and toast, and the like, and gradually moved to the most complicated recipes he could lay his many hands on. He found that, not only was this excellent practice for the use of his new limbs, but that he was actually a good cook. And efficient, too, once he got the hang of things.