[h2]Cyare Staunton[/h2]

[@Plank Sinatra] [@Onarax] [@Expolar]

[i]grrrroooaaan[/i]

After a couple years of traveling constantly, well-cooked food starts to sound really, really good. Traveling foods like jerky, trail mix, and other things that keep easy get bland after a while. You get used to it, but it only heightens how good everything else is. Just the smell is enough to get your attention, even if the food is pretty simple fare. Angel Ferrara was not someone to cook bad food. If he ever did, his big heart would break in two and only be mended once he had cooked something perfectly. Not something she had ever witnessed, but it wasn't a difficult guess.

The pout was no idle threat.

Her stomach had decided to turn traitor, too, and rumbled its consensus. She disguised the rolling of her eyes, mostly at herself, with a long sip from her mug. She was still smiling when she lowered it and twisted in her seat to look at the kitchen though. Her eyebrows went up several notches and her smile got a little wider when she saw the duo. The coffee was doing a good job of bringing some color back. Another sip passed her lips, her eyes leveled with a note of attempted resentment at both of her teammates.

"You don't have to guilt trip me. I'll eat breakfast." The complaint fell a little flat given that she was still smiling, but she persisted. "Especially when it smells so good. Morning, Angel. Rei. Thank you."

"Did Rei find you the apron, Ferrara?"