[h3][color=ed1c24]Angel Ferrara - QT-800 Model 101[/color][/h3]

Angel mulled over Cyare's offer carefully. It wasn't like he'd never cooked for strangers before (though he used the term strangers, he tried to get to know them first, he wasn't a floozy like Kaia said [i][color=ed1c24][and she had no room to talk, given all the times she'd tried to profit off of her unsuspecting best friend's acquired traits][/color][/i] he was, and he wouldn't cook for just [i]anybody[/i]) it had just been a while! He needed a minute to shake off the rust! It didn't reflect on him as a chef, and once he got into the swing of it he'd be fine!

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[color=ed1c24][i]Oh no, where was that metaphor headed?[/i][/color]

He blushed faintly and [color=ed1c24]"hmmmphed,"[/color] subtly biting his bottom lip.

[color=ed1c24]"I'm gonna need to know your favorite fruit. Smoothies are a good pre-mission staple and should be consumed when possible."[/color]