Final attempt:
"A way to a mans heart is through his stomach. Or so that's what my sister Molly always said. And this time it's about food and not like a knife" Angel spoke out. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, wearing some bleach stained shorts and a pink crop top that stated 'don't do coke in the bathroom'. Vaggie stood beside him, reading a cook book they had. Her usual outfit replaced by a black dress that showed off her shoulders. Ending in long sleeves that hugged her wrists.
"Ew Angi thats gross" she scrunched her face in disgust. The spider gave an amused chuckle. He placed a bare hand by his collar bone. "Not to eat. Just to kill. Ya fuck with the family, even the weak link ya better be prepared ta die. My family never let anyone get away with disrespecting them. Now lets see" Angel reached over Vaggie and plucked the book from her hands. He flipped through it, making a face at it. Nothing inside feeling just right.
"We could make a pasta. I think Charlie said it was a romantic meal" she tried to offer. Angel closed the book with one hand. He set it down on the island, his brow raising with annoyance. "It's not all that romantic. It's messy and sloppy. It's more nerve wrecking then appetizing on a first date" he argued. Tapping his hand over the back of the book in thought.
"So what then. If you don't have a dish in mind I'm gonna add it to the list of why this is a plan bound to fail" Vaggie pulled out a note pad and pen. Writing down on it. "Augh it's not any worse then the other plans. An this time he'll eat my cooking. It will go perfectly. No way he could resist a meal thats already made. And in a high traffic area of the hotel. Of course he'd sit and enjoy. If any drama were ta happen it be in that room anyway. And I have the best dress picked out, sewn by an old friend o' mine. It'll knock his socks off" Angel told with a victorious smile.
"All of these recipes though just aren't right. I guess I'll have ta bring out the ol' tortellini hazelnut recipe. Oh and maybe some cherry and dark chocolate crostata. Just like Nonna use to make." Angel beamed, his whole face lighting up. He headed right for the cupboards to grab what he needed. Vaggie grabbed the book again to flip through it. Looking over the pages for the things he was talking about. But she couldn't find them.
"Ah Angel, I don't see those recipes in here" she waved the book about. When she looked at him she was surprised to see he was kneading dough for the dish. He had made it rather fast. "They're not in their, I have them committed ta memory" Angel told proudly. He began moving his other set of hands to prepare other aspects of the meal. Vaggie set the book down then raised her note pad.
"Making a dish by memory" she spoke as she wrote on the space. Angel made a tisking noise from the counter. "If ya ain't gonna help get out" he warned. Vaggie chuckled then set the list down on the table. "No I'll help. Tell me what to do" she walked over to him.
She fallowed his instructions, making the tortellini's while he moved on to make the dessert. He bounced between the two, helping Vaggie with stuffing and wrapping the pasta. then cooking both. As Angel cleaned up the kitchen Vaggie moved on to the next step. Getting a small table, wrapping it in a fancy cloth and setting it in the lobby. But first. Vaggie snuck behind the bar across from the Lobby. She looked around before finding a red wine in the mix of other drinks. A noise from the other room had her ducking.
It sounded like something being dragged then dropped. She waited a few seconds behind the bar, straining to hear. But it didn't sound like Husk coming to bust her. Slowly she sat up, peering over the counter. She couldn't see well in the room, just a shadow of something moving large pieces around. She swore it looked like Charlies shadow. But lately everything looked like Charlie to her. She ignored it. Instead returning to her mission. She hunched as she stood. Hiding behind the bar while she left. So who ever was in the lobby didn't catch her in the act. Of setting up a secret date and stealing alcohol. She returned to the shadows. Heading down a hall to grab everything.
