Dante laughed. "It was me!" He admitted. "I just don't want all that food to go to waste." He said with a nod.
"Neither am I. I spent a few days in a hospital in France after eating some bad mollusks. Ugh it was terrible." He said. "They were cooked by one of my peers. Needless to say, he didn't last very long." Dante said with a shiver.
"Any kind you can think up of. I think maybe mini quiches, and everyone can make two kinds. That isn't too much, is it?" He asked curiously. "I don't want to overwhelm you guys, and sometimes I forget that making these things is a lot harder for you guys." He admitted honestly.