"Big house you have." Matthieu says, slightly smiling, waiting for Gilbert to let him in.

"Ja, my dad is the CEO of Beilschmidt Industries." Gilbert says, letting Matthieu in. He smiles at the blond, and closes the door with his heel.

"Oh... That's cool." He says, growing shy again. Smirking, Gilbert tugs on his hair a bit.

"Ow!" He squeaks, and Gilbert laughs, before tripping over the rug, and stubbing his toe on an end table. "What was that for?!" Matthieu asks, holding his head.

Gilbert laughs again, "keseseseseseseseseses! So you can talk normally." He says, smiling.

Matthieu's cheeks turn scarlet, and he glares at Gilbert, "w-what is that supposed to mean?"

Gilbert is smiling wide and says, "I was just seeing if you could actually yell or if you whisper scream at everyone."

Matthieu held his glare on Gilbert, for some reason this grey haired boy reminded him of Francis, which was both treacherous and good. Francis always said he spoke too soft, and teased him about it when he did. He sighs and closes his eyes, looking at the smirking German. "If I try to stop talking to so soft, will you stop teasing me and let us get to work?" He asks, and when he sees Gilbert nod, he sighs again, then clears his throat. "Okay, let's get to work." He says, normally.

'Oh mein gott when he's talking normally his voice gets all raspy and stuff and it's just wow... Awesome.' Gilbert thought as he listened to Matthieu read off the information, and he charts it down. When the name Gilbert Weillschmidt slips from Matthieu's mouth, he freezes.

"That's my great great granddad..." He softly says, recalling the memory of seeing him lying in the hospital bad. He had his great great granddads hair and eyes, and his mutated abilities.

"Oh..." His voice drops back down to a whisper, "je regrette... Je ne pas.."

"Huh? I don't speak French." Gilbert says, looking up at him.

"Oh, I said I didn't know. I'm sorry.." Matthieu says, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

Gilbert smiles and nods, typing down the name. "Did Mr. Roderich solemnly pick this because of your family descent?"

"Doesn't sound like something he would pull, but ja. He doesn't like me because my dad bulldozed the theatre down to build the company's main office." Gilbert says.

"That's awful."

He looks at Matthieu, shocked. "Well, how so?"

"Your dad has nothing to do with you, he has no right to be mad at you when it's your dad at fault and not you. No one deserves to be treated the way the are for what their parents did..." Matthieu says, speaking from what Gilbert guessed to be experience.

"Where are your parents?" Gilbert slips up and asks, and Matthieu freezes, mid-sentence, mouth still open, and he stares at the monitor before him. He closes him mouth and forms a tight line with his lips.

"Nein, nein, no, sorry. That slipped out, don't answer. I didn't mean to pr-"

"Dead."

Gilbert froze. "What?"

"My parents are dead. They were murdered. They died in a staged car wreck. They abandoned us and we didn't even know them, we know our mom was Native American, and our dad was European, but thats it. Can we please get back to work?" He asked, an edge to his voice that said he didn't want to talk about it any more, and Gilbert respected that. He regretted asking the question, he didn't want to tick Matthieu off.

"Hungry?" Gilbert asks after a while, scooting back from the table.

"Not particularly.." He replied.

His wish to not tick off Matthieu isn't working too well. Gilbert sighs and says, "look, Matthieu, I wasn't meaning to ask about it, okay? It just kinda slipped out. You talk as if you experienced being held for what your parents did, I was thinking it and it slipped out. I'm sorry."

Matthieu looks up at Gilbert before sighing, and smiling, a full tooth smile. "Okay."

Gilbert smiles and pulls Matthieu up from his seat, "let's get some food from the awesome me's kitchen."

The two boys raced down the stairs from the upstairs monitoring room, Matthieu got to the main floor first, and Gilbert slid down the handrail, and Matthieu laughs when Gilbert whacks his thigh on the handrails mantel piece, Gilbert forces a pained laugh as he limped around Matthieu, holding his thigh and led him down the hallway.

They walked past rows and rows of photos, all of the boys and a man Matthieu guessed to be his father. Then they came by a photo of just Gil and an elderly man, one that shared his silver hair with. Matthieu noticed something weird, the elderly man had red eyes, like The Red Demon... Could that mean Gilbert has red eyes too?

"My great great grandpa. The resemblance is uncanny, no?"

He looks at Gilbert, then at the photo. "Oui, it is."

Gilbert smiles and takes Matthieu by the hand, leading him down the hall again.

They enter a large kitchen, and the chefs inside freeze, staring at Gilbert and Matthieu. They look as if they never expected to see Gilbert in the kitchen. A short Chinese male walks up to the two friends and says, "Master Gilbert -Aru. What are you doing here?"

"Ahh, well, we were wondering what is for dinner, Wang." Gilbert says smiling.

"Dinner, sir?" He asks, looking up at the ceiling. "Well we could make-"

"Pardonne-moi, but could I be able to make dinner for all of you?"

The entire staff stops, and stares at Matthieu. Gilbert furrows his brows, then glances at the chefs, who were talking amongst each other. Gilbert nods and says, "Ja, you can all have the night off, me and Birdie can cook for ya."

The chefs stare at each other, before taking off their smocks and caps, and exiting the kitchen. Matthieu turns and looks at Gilbert, "could you cut? I um... Can't do that without cutting myself." Matthieu saw the confusion cross Gilbert's face, but he knew it was for the best. If he nicked his finger on a blade, there'd be something tragic coming for Gilbert, and personally, the blond didn't want his friend hurt. His powers are a bit extensive, Matthieu has never fully understood them or how to work with them, but he was getting better at it. He only known about them for nine years.

Looking around, Matthieu tried spotting the ingredients he needs, but he couldn't. He turns to the chefs and says, "oi! Parle vous français?"

A girl with her brown hair in a bun turns and looks at them, "oui.. Je parle français."

"Très bien! Tu s'appelle?"

"Um... Je m'appelle Anri.. Et toi?"

"My name is Matthieu. Do you know where the ingredients I need are?"

"What do you need?"

"A can of tomato sauce, brown sugar, mustard, pepper, salt, water, margarine, cornstarch , grave, ketchup, and six pounds of bones pork ribs." Matthieu listed, and the girl got all the ingredients as he listed them.

"The meat, Gil, I need you to cut off all the visible gristle." Matthieu instructed as he tied back his hair and put on a smock. Gilbert nodded and Anri handed him the meat. He began cutting off all the fat. Matthieu smiles and takes the other ingredients and began putting them in a large silver bowl. A dash of this, a dash of that, he was cooking with flying speeds.

-Gilbert was clearly impressed, watching the small man get into the cooking, as if he was born to cook.

"What are we making, Birdie?"

"A dish my old friend taught me, it's Crock Pot Spare Ribs."

The name made Gilbert hungry, so it had to be good.

Gilbert looked down at the meat and realised there is no more gristle, so he looks up at Matthieu and asks, "what now?"

"Cook it. Ten minutes on one side, ten minutes on the other side." Matthieu says, stirring the mixture rapidly. Gilbert nods and Anri hands him a large pan, he sets it on the stove and does as he's instructed to.

Glancing over at Matthieu, Gilbert watched as he worked. He was focused on the mixing of that dish, he asked Anri to get him a crock pot, and she did. He poured the ingredients into the pan.

Flip.

Gilbert flipped over the meat, and continues to watch Matthieu. With his hair up and giving orders, Matthieu seemed to be totally out of characters, but he was smiling wider than any toothed grin he could give Ivan. After one day of knowing the guy, Gilbert oddly felt attracted to Matthieu. He didn't know why, but it was... Comforting. He pulls off the meat and looks at Matthieu, "and now?"

"Into the pot." Matthieu says smiling.

Gilbert nods and places the meat into the pot.

"When will it be ready?" Gilbert asks.

"Six hours."

Gilbert felt his eyebrow twitch, as he gave Matthieu a 'WTF' look

Matthieu looks at the clock and says, "oh god! I got to go!" He took off the smock and ran out of the kitchen. Gilbert chased after him and saw Matthieu sling his bag on. "See you tomorrow!" Gilbert says when he catches Matthieu scrambling down the stairs.

He turns and waves at Gilbert, "see you later, Gil! Thank you!" Before running down the hill and vanishing from sight.