Right now, you and Angel were in the hotel's kitchen. This was not going to be fun in your opinion, or in Angel's opinion. Charlie had made the idea of making the both of you do a fun activity together, and that activity was cooking/baking. And you both were going to make lasagna, one of Angel's favorite Italian dishes, since he was... Italian. But being Italian wasn't a problem, to you, you didn't want to cook some food with a damn pornstar, you already knew he'd make dirty jokes and it would just piss you off. But he didn't like you either, thinking you were bratty and bitchy, and he didn't like dealing with people like that. So, this was going to be an interesting experience. Dumbass cooking.

"Hm, alright, toots. Get the ingredients, 'kay?"

He told you as he looked at the recipe in the book he was holding.