Squall certainly moves with purpose, Angeal can say that for certain. No hesitation or jitteriness in his movements, besides brief pauses as he ascertains where things are. Angeal can't really complain about his technique, either, although he has to admit that it's not like he was ever a professional chef.

Just a pretty good one.

A damn good one, if he can boast a little bit there.

"Well, waste not want not, right?" Angeal chuckles. "People will toss away a lot of perfectly good tools, or leave them to collect dust in some old shop... I liked getting what I could."

With that said, he pushes away from the counter and over to the sink for a quick wash of his hands. "Think you'll be fine with me in the way?"