[Reaper took the shakers and eyeballed how much to add rather than measure it out. He had been using this recipe for years so he could sleep his way through it. He was tossing the cut tomatoes, onion and peppers into a pan to simmer while adding spice.

He didn't have to look to know that Susato hadn't known. Her tone said it all. Internally, he was cackling. Externally, nothing was different about him motions.]

Hmpt, you're old. I bet you don't even have anything planned, do you?

[Finally he turned back from his efforts at the stove and making salsa then leaned a hip on the counter close to where he had been chopping up vegetables.]

The old man likes vanilla, by the way. I could tell you the story of how his face went into his cake someday if you're good and give me that recipe.

[He was never above bartering.]