"You can cook?" Aiden asked. No one would ever believe him if he told them he had Alexander Moretti on the phone offering to make breakfast for him. It was almost surreal, too good to be true. "You really are full of surprises, aren't you? Media Mogal and he makes breakfast. What have I got myself into?"
"Yes, and I do need to drop it off." Aiden said, shutting the lid of the hamper as he spoke, wondering if he'd need both hands to get it to Moretti's car.