Location: Kitchen
Interacting With: @DisguisedDemon; Basically anyone who can hear him
Alex chuckled as Leo suggested probably the most overused thing as a food substitute in the world – toast. Well, French toast, but, still, it was toast.
“Nah, you don’t wanna do toast, man. It’s so cliché.” Alex took the bread from him as he clambered about to leave, and placed it back where it belonged.
“What camp teaches you how to cook? Obviously Penny and I could have used that.” He heard Leo’s voice pipe up from behind, and he paused a little, before rummaging through the contents of the kitchen once again.
“Oh, it’s just some summer camp I went to when I was a teenager. Camp Liberty, I think. Plus, my dad’s a chef, so, yeah.” He passed it off as if it wasn’t that much of a big deal, in the hopes the conversation wouldn’t linger on it. Shaking his head, he looked at what he’d found so far. So far, so good – he had some spaghetti, some of “that red sauce you use for food”, as his mother would call it, a bottle of vegetable oil, a block of cheese, and a variety of herbs. The chives caught his eye, especially. Not a bad kitchen, if you’ll ask him.
“Does anyone know where the freezer is? And if so, does it have minced beef in it? I think I can make some spaghetti bolognese.” He called out. Knowing Alex, the freezer would be in plain sight.