At least the pantry is as well stocked as could be expected. Not as many pre-made things anymore - those got eaten up fairly quickly - but certainly many others that could be used to make. Flour, sugar, so many canned items that it's kind of ridiculous... Some of them even look homemade; same for the jars.

"If something works well and has been used for a long time, it's only sensible to miss it," Angeal replies matter of factly, watching as Squall makes his way over to the sink. "And it might just be bias, but I've found those old things to work just a little better in the long term..."

It helps that he worked for a capitalist hellhole, so now Angeal trusts nothing.

At that compliment however... He goes silent for a moment, just... taking it in. A good guy, huh? Sometimes, he's still not sure how to take that. He certainly doesn't agree, but who is he to unload that onto some random guy? Squall is just a friend, at most, and someone borrowing their kitchen.

...Best... Not to bother him with that.

Best to just focus on little nonsenses, and Angeal shakes his head. "I think they just call an army of chefs a restaurant," he retorts. "And I just work at a little cafe."

He has no idea that bakery is going to be under his ownership soon, but that's a future problem for a future Angeal.