"I can't get no, no, no, no, sat-is—fucking Jesus hell!" A wooden spoon went flying through the air and by some miracle, landed in the sink. Doyle had a hand pressed against his chest as he staggered over to the stereo and turned it down. "Christ, could you knock or something?"

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Oh god... I laughed so hard at that. Yer a nut! :)

"I don't know, I've never tried it." Doyle was tasting the sauce and added some salt and some kind of herb Angel didn't recognize. Another detail, Doyle didn't seem to be a bad cook. And he needs me.

Ohhhhhh! Bravo. Nicely done there! *melt*

I loved the ending. Really, this whole adventure was gorgeous, chica. Good job! *applauds*