You often cooked for team Buccarati after missions. You didn’t mind, and were often complemented on your skills, even by Abbachio.

However, Mista was always a thorn in your side when you cooked, always asking to try it before it was done, pestering you nonstop, and today was no different.

Mista poked his head as you were cooking.

“What are you making? Can I have some?”