Kaz turns to face him and gives him the blank, glacial stare of the impenetrable Bastard of the Barrel. "Eaten raw dried like chips, while also eating pickle chips straight from the jar." He says it with the full intent of watching Adonis's world crash and burn. It's all true, though.

"Wait, does your question mean you've eaten one dried pasta from the box, Adonis? Did you like it? Perhaps next time, you should try two." Kaz's gaze now shifts to it's also known mischievous instigator look. He snaps his fingers, pointed at Piper. "Actually, Cajun seasoning would work. We should try that."

It's said in conjunction with Adonis absolutely telling them not to do that.

So, they will. Kaz gives Piper a 'call me' nod.

For all his heckling and making future disaster plans with Piper, Kaz does listen to Adonis when giving instructions. He's a good student if rarely having an instructor, and he respects that Adonis has done this for centuries. So he adjusts as told, and while his dough still doesn't look as good as the master chef's does, it doesn't look bad by any means. He can follow a recipe.

He tears off a bit to true and tosses some to Piper because raw egg doesn't scare him.

"There's a rhythm and physicality to it, I'll admit. I also wouldn't spend time on it again." He's at least honest. "But I'm glad to know it, and I look forward to seeing what cheese we can include in the sauce."