"While everyone in this kitchen would agree to some extent, it doesn't seem like people like Alina would see it like that," Piper muses, taking the glass that Kaz offers her and bringing it up her mouth for a sip. Honestly, Adonis had the best taste in whiskeys. The old her and Jordan would have probably been more like Alina but the version of herself that's been through everything she's been through? She feels like there are worse ways to grow up. So long as they had someone to look out for them and show them the ropes.

"Yeah, that's on me," Adonis snorts, picking up the last glass and taking a sip. As much as he may give them both shit, he didn't really mind. He enjoyed having them both here.

As Piper gets comfortable on a barstool at the kitchen island, Adonis starts to go over the steps they'd go over to make fettuccine, including the homemade pasta and then the sauce. Piper would be tasked with making a small salad. While they cooked, he would go over whatever Kaz may need to know and any lingo he'd know to make the con work. "Does that work?"