outfit but with this i genuinely cant stand him
The kitchen in The Kiln wasn't exactly built for a cooking class, but he was going to make do with what he had! There was only one oven, but he had taken the liberty of bringing a portable pizza oven to set up on a countertop. The rest of what they needed was spread across the small island. A tub of three pre-proofed and risen dough balls that he'd made the day before, given that he wasn't looking to make this a days-long process. Really, there wasn't going to be much to the whole ordeal, and it had been born out of a joke, but he was looking forward to it nevertheless.
Along with the dough were cans of San Marzano tomatoes, a bottle of olive oil that Mathis had kept from Benji, who had brought it with him from home for the short time he lived in the states. It was the one relic of his childhood he wasn't opposed to cherishing. Of course, there were cloves of garlic, basil, and in the fridge was the fresh mozzarella to be added.
Optimistic that it would be a fun event for them all, Mathis was ready to greet the first arrivals at the door, proud of his theatrics that consisted of setting the overhead music to play classic Italian music. A bit much, but he was committing to the bit here.
"Ciao!" He greeted with a wave of his hand as the first of his companions entered.