"There are other ways to set fire to things other than having an inferni in the crew," Piper says. "Wylan would seem the type," she teases as she takes another sip from her glass. Though she teases, she likes Wylan and admires his talent in chemistry and demolition.

Adonis chuckles thinking of Wylan and nods. "Yeah, I can see it."

Piper grins. "Oh whiskey pasta! And wine pasta... or ice cream pasta," she says enthusiastically. Because she enjoyed giving Adonis shit at any opportunity she had.

"Why have I missed this again," Adonis asks rhetorically as he eyes the two of them with a laugh. "You could make ice cream "pasta" in that it's shaped like pasta. I'm sure someone in Japan or Asia is doing it already."

"Because you spent most of your time around demons in the underworld who you trust as far as you can throw them," she answers sweetly.