You guys settled on making something simple, creamy garlic pasta with a small chicken side dish, something that both of you can handle together without burning the whole kitchen down into bits.

At the moment, Pit was nervously tending to his chicken in the pan, flinching each time the oil sizzled and popped. He was anxious that a splash of the hot liquid might hit him, leaving a potentially painful sting. Meanwhile, you busied yourself cooking the pasta, preparing it perfectly for the sauce simmering in the pot.

"Aahh, it's gonna burn me!" The angel whines, his wings fluttering out slightly while his arms instantly shielded himself. This was the same angel who would put himself in danger without a second thought to save lives.