Typically Alastor took his jacket off when cooking along with rolling up his sleeves. It had less to do with the aesthetic and more to do with he didn't want to get food onto his clothes. Today, however, Alastor's jacket remained on and his arms were fully covered. Last night had given him more than his fill of physical contact for at least a day. The extra clothing relaxed him as did cooking.

Though he gave Angel a bright smile, pretending that last night hadn't happened. Perhaps the spider didn't remember it, too high on whatever had been in his system. "Ah, good morning, Angel! I decided to go with something a bit simpler today: scrambled eggs, bacon, buttermilk biscuits, Cajun hashbrowns, fried apples, and beignets." He gently nudged Angel backwards and to the side with an elbow. "If you're going to watch, I'd prefer you weren't in firing range, so to speak."

He could feel his shadow slipping back into place at his feet as he continued stirring the contents of his sizzling skillet: the hashbrowns. Smells of baking goods wafted from the oven. A small pot held sliced apples that were bubbling away in a syrup made from their own juices and cinnamon. The bacon and eggs he'd do last so they were still hot when served.