[hr][center][color=#808080][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kitchen
[color=#808080][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] [@DisguisedDemon]; Basically anyone who can hear him[/center][hr]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. [b][color=#808080]“Nah, you don’t wanna do toast, man. It’s so cliché.”[/color][/b] Alex took the bread from him as he clambered about to leave, and placed it back where it belonged.

[b][color=salmon]“What camp teaches you how to cook? Obviously Penny and I could have used that.”[/color][/b] He heard Leo’s voice pipe up from behind, and he paused a little, before rummaging through the contents of the kitchen once again. [b][color=#808080]“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.”[/color][/b] 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. [b][color=#808080]“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.”[/color][/b] He called out. Knowing Alex, the freezer would be in plain sight.