The proof of the pudding is in the eating...
Jason stares at the phone sitting on the seat beside him. He was done with training, which was the whole reason for coming home, but he still has one thing he wants to do before going back to Milliways. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his grandmother's recipe. He's gotten enough proof from everyone there to know that it probably wasn't a dream, but he still feels the need to check.
Normally he'd ask Nathaniel for help with something like this, but the poor leopard was running himself ragged between Asher, Anita, and work. And he really doesn't want to have to enter negotiations for Nathaniel's company, especially if he needs a drinking buddy when this is over with. So he's decided on the next best thing: the only person he knows that can outwoman Nathaniel in a kitchen.
He sighs and picks up the phone, searching the number out in his contact list. He clears his throat as it rings and a warm voice answers. He flashes a smile at no one but the voice. "Hey Mrs. Z, it's Jason. I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
Normally he'd ask Nathaniel for help with something like this, but the poor leopard was running himself ragged between Asher, Anita, and work. And he really doesn't want to have to enter negotiations for Nathaniel's company, especially if he needs a drinking buddy when this is over with. So he's decided on the next best thing: the only person he knows that can outwoman Nathaniel in a kitchen.
He sighs and picks up the phone, searching the number out in his contact list. He clears his throat as it rings and a warm voice answers. He flashes a smile at no one but the voice. "Hey Mrs. Z, it's Jason. I was wondering if you could do me a favor."