It’s been a few months since you’ve met your guardian angel and to you, he’s more of a devil. His ways of protecting you are very aggressive to say the least. Right now, you’re cooking in the kitchen while he’s watching you.

As you cook, Wanderer makes a remark. "Y'know, there should be a rule for the kinds of people we get stuck with." He crosses his arms, he’s judging the way you cook.