"I like to think of myself as the skinnier, nicer, prettier Mario Batali." The words came out with a smile as he zested the citrus into separate bowls. "Emeril's too commercial for me, I think."

Moving on to the next step of prep work, he listened as Mack spoke about what she had been up to recently. It was a good thing that he didn't need to really concentrate on what he was doing just yet because her words had him looking up at her with his mouth open and his eyes wide.

"You didn't." It didn't come out as surprised as he would have sounded had he not really known the girl. "Tesoro, you know that not every problem can be solved with your fists, right?" It was said somewhat jokingly. He didn't judge her for her way of doing things. Everyone had their own way of dealing with the things that life threw at them, and who was he to make those decisions for someone else. But at the same time...

"And what on earth is going on that you would do that to Frankie? I know you're Tatum's like, migliore amico but..." He let it trail off there, not really sure what he was asking.