Between her wary glance, and the question about the CIA, it took Parish a moment or two to catch up. Yet when he did another bright and boisterous laugh suddenly echoed out for a moment. When at last AC managed to regain his composure, the chef spoke up once more while offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry! My bad! CIA...not like, 'the CIA', but the Culinary Institute of America. That's where I went to school, and we all just...well it was easier just saying CIA then always naming the place."
For Adam the old times weren't old at all yet. Maybe one day that shimmer and shine of his naive nature would fade as he grew a bit more jaded after living here for a while. Still for the most part Parish had always been something of a social chameleon. Finding it easy to fit in wherever he went, and at home in any place that had a decently stocked kitchen. "Well I'm all for it, and if it can cheer some folks up around here than I am totally up for giving it a shot."