“Yup. Especially if you're trying to remember who you've told and who you haven't and the you tell the wrong person and get shot and it's just a mess,” she said with a grin, grabbing a colander and setting it in the sink, running cool water over it as she dumped the cooked pasta, gently cooling the noodles so that they stopped cooking before patting them dry.
“Alright, doll, where are your plates?” she asked, as she returned the pasta to the pan, gently stirring it around the still hot metal so that it cooked off the last of the water and cooled the pan. “And how many meatballs do you want?”