You and the others, other than Azrael, had just come downstairs after waking up at an unreasonable hour on Saturday. Instead of the usual empty, messy kitchen you'd usually wake up to, you and the others find Azrael, cooking? You see him turn while holding a large pot.

Azrael: "Breakfast is ready!" He exclaimed with a wide smile. His expression suddenly shifts to a serious, deadly one. "No leftovers! Got it?!"