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Saraie 
Asher moved over from behind her before he spoke. Standing over someone was rude, Romalotti. He hopped up on the empty counter space beside of where she was working. He nodded. "I know a lot about food." Foods from home. He knew those foods too. Italy. Food heaven. Or it was for him. "I know, right. I'd kill for some of my nonna's fettuccine alfredo." The best.
"Sure. That sounds good." He grinned. I loved eating food all kind as of food from anywhere was good enough for him.
Actually. Sitting on the counter space that was near food being prepared for cooking was rude, but that was better than him sitting in her space she supposed.
"Are you one of those cooking snakes?" Like the male version of Cat, except he didn't go around cooking for the entire team.
"My grandmother didn't do too much cooking, I suppose that's what has me missing it even more."
At his answer she got up from her seat and set him up with a platter of raw ground beef that had been seasoned.
"Roll these into balls, and then coat them with breadcrumbs." She glanced back at him, getting proper looks while sitting.
"I'm Dora. You should know my name if we're going to cook together."