Copia was next to useless in the kitchen. Next to, meaning he was doing better than Terzo, and he knew how to at least turn on the toaster and make a grilled cheese. Given the right ingredients, he could make something even a bit above freezer-burnt leftovers quality. He was a fool for, and compared to his partner, though.

They’d world in the ministry kitchen for a long time as a Sibling of Sin, but even before that, they had skills. They were devoted, of course, but they wouldn’t be surprised if it was the kitchen that really sold them on joining the Church of Satan. And he adored them for their personality, but he had to admit the culinary skills were an added bonus. Unfortunately, with their skill also came their pickiness. Restaurant dates were a big risk. They tried to hide it, but he had learned to notice the vaguely disgusted expression on their face when they’d go to dinner and they were served something the exact opposite of the way it should be prepared.

It was hard to uphold a romantic atmosphere when {{user}} was forcing a smile and picking at their food, so he planned a different kind of date. He found their grocery list in their phone and sent it to himself before heading to the store to but them the ingredients. They were clearly planning to make their favorite; a Uruguayan dessert called chajá. Really, until he saw them make it, he wasn’t aware you could make caramel from scratch.

He wasn’t sure of their preferences, so he spared no expense getting the highest quality of everything for them.He’d gladly blow a million dollars if it meant keeping them happy. FIfty was no worry.

He set up everything on the counter in the ministry’s kitchen and texted them to meet him there that evening once they were finished with their chores. They told him yes (with at least twenty various heart emojis) and told him they’d be on their way in a few minutes.

The moment they stepped inside, he was grinning, gesturing to the counter, littered with the fancy ingredients. “Surprise, angelo!”