spots him and crosses the park. "Hey...Angel..." He calls out lightly.

nods when he sees the other pointing at himself. "Yes, who else?" He stops in front of him and pushes a container full of food in the angels

hands. "Take this...at least so I feel better for what you did for me."

had made it himself. "It's baklava. You seemed genuinely interested in trying it." He watches him investigate it before hearing the next

question. "Sadik."

had never been told that about his name except for once. "It's not that difficult it just requires a bit of time." He says. "It's very

sweet. I can guarantee you'll enjoy it."

nods as he follows the other to the bench and takes a seat beside him.

gives him an odd look. "You don't know me at all in that case."

quirks a brow. "Well you didn't have to heal me either."

hunches forward resting his elbows on his knees. "But whether I did or not I know many who would have ignored me."

smiles at the reaction. "So it's good?"

chuckles. "I'll have to teach you how to make it sometime."

was surprised by that but then remembered he was an Angel and it wasn't so surprising anymore.

"I'm sure we can find one to use."

nods as he chuckles lightly. Funny Angel.

is glad he enjoyed it. "I know."

doesn't see why not. "We could do that. As long as he doesn't mind."

could very well do that. "He doesn't know how to make it?"

doesn't know what that means but nods. "Why don't you lead the way to this place and we can ask him ourselves."

nods and follows.

glances down at their hands with a bit of a frown but decides to go with it. "Alright."

has been sitting and watching bad television, trying to ignore the past couple day's events for a moment. He startles, letting out a

startled yelp as he dives behind the couch at the sudden two people standing in his living room though. oAo;;;

remembers this guys from the library and can't help but chuckle a bit at his reaction. He'd let the Angel introduce him to the man.

frowns a little, standing to his feet. "A-Alfred! Don't do that!" he scolds, glancing at the other man.

quirks a brow as he stays where he is until properly introduced.

sighs, brushing his hair out of his face. "Ah, Sadik then. Nice to meet you again," he greets, though blinking over at Alfred. "A favour?"

nods. "Yes, it's a pleasure."

didn't know anything about the other, mind you. He blinks at the request, he had thought he was supposed to be making some for

him. "....oh. I suppose that might be okay...?" As long as they didn't destroy his belove kitchen, of course.

would never destroy a kitchen. "If you want you can watch and learn as well."

hums at them, he definitely planned to watch, but more to keep his kitchen in order. "Alright wel, I already bought the items for

it, so I suppose you can help yourself."

gives him a small smile but other than that remains fairly emotionless. "I might need your help with a few things anyway." He comments since

he wasn't the best with technology.

blinks at the gentle touch from Alfred, smiling a little at the out of place kindness. "Oui, just let me know what you need help

with," he answers, heading to the kitchen as well.

glances around the area trying to memorize everything before he starts to pull things out that he will need. He finds the ingredients easy

enough and pulls them out also placing them across the island for both to see.

pulls up a seat at the counter, watching them. Giving up the reins in his own kitchen felt really weird.

points to the glass square pan. "This is what we're going to use to bake the baklava. You see that stuff." He points to the shelled

pistachios. "I need you to un-shell them all as I start with the phyllo dough."

glances over and shakes his head. "You have to be more gentle." He comes over and grabs one as he places a finger from each hand on either

side of the slit and then cracks it open, the nut in take. "Like that. I can't have shell in anything."

laughs quietly to himself on Alfred's first try, but otherwise stays quiet and just watches.

nods in approval before he goes and melts a lot of butter for the pan.

is amused by how cute Alfred was, watching those delicate fingers.

isn't really paying attention but occasionally will glance up to make sure the other is doing it right. He grabs a brush and lathers the

bottom of the pan with butter before grabbing the phyllo dough before delicately pulling the layers a part and straightening them out.

pulls his gaze up to watch Sadik now, wondering who he was that Alfred knew him...