"What song is this?" Neal asked, following Alex to the kitchen, feeling the sudden need to rock out to Led Zeppelin or something while whipping up a Martha Stewart masterpiece. Or whatever, he'd have been cool with Duncan Hines from a box. It was the thought that counted. "And thanks for teaching me, by the way. I'm a shit baker. But I'm decent at cooking. I guess it just depends on what it is."
He did make a pretty mean chili, after all. If you liked not being able to taste anything for three months after eating it. Okay, that may have been an exaggeration. Maybe.
"Well!" He went to the sink to wash his hands, because cleanliness was essential when dealing with food, right? Unless they wanted salmonella. "Tell me what to do first, wise one."