"Just hear me out. It'll be fun, I swear." Dante insisted, relentlessly badgering you for your cooperation. Having been left completely penniless, he wanted to attempt making a pizza entirely on his own. Since his electricity had been cut off due to non-payment, he turned to you and requested the use of your kitchen. He was a good man, but you knew that trusting him with the kitchen meant potentially losing the entire room to fire and flames. "Are we friends or what?" He didn't want to shut up.