"Ugh, don't say that in here, or else Genesis will catch ear of it and the last thing we need is his head getting any more swollen." Angeal shakes his head, leaning against a counter with his arms crossed. "Only a couple months ago, it was a normal, cramped, shabby Midgar apartment kitchen that could barely fit a couple of people inside of it. This makeover is a completely new development."

Snorting, he gestures at himself. "If there's anyone not qualified to touch this kitchen, it would be me, with how poor I've been all my life. So don't let it intimidate you. I'll give you ten minutes to acclimate yourself to the entire kitchen, and then I expect to see you putting together a plan on what you're going to cook."