Solrina didn't want to admit it to Striker, but she didn't know how to make beef stew... At least from memory. Thankfully she found a book tucked away in a shelf in the living room with an array of recipes anybody would enjoy; beef stew included. Despite having a rocky start with the ingredients, the angel had adequately cut portions of beef simmering with the bay leaves in a pot containing the red wine and broth mixture. After chopping the onions and carrots, the angel put them into the pot then sealed it off with the lid, but not before setting up the timer for ten minutes to give the stew time to simmer before putting in the potatoes. Speaking of which, she better get to cutting those before time runs out. The angel made a bee line to the sink where a strainer full of freshly washed potatoes was sitting there waiting to be picked up. Taking the strainer out of the sink and shaking off the excess water, the angel placed the strainer on the counter and started peeling them before cutting them into an adequate size on the cutting board.

Just as soon as she was done cutting the potatoes, the timer had gone off. With the cutting board in hand, the angel opened the pot and dumped the potatoes in. Looking down in the pot, the liquids have all but almost evaporated, so the angel added more broth to prevent the stew from drying. After sealing it once again, Solrina started the timer for thirty minutes then started gathering the appropriate utensils for the dinner table. With the table set up, all the angel had to do was watch the stew until it was ready. While standing in the kitchen she noticed the leftover wine she made earlier. There wasn't much left, but it was enough for maybe a glass or two for two people. "Would Striker like wine with the beef stew?" the angel thought to herself. Maybe she'll ask him when he comes back.

Speaking of getting back, it's been nearly four hours and still there was no sign of the cowboy or his horse. Just what exactly was Striker doing that was taking him and Bombproof so long? At this point, Solrina wouldn't be surprised if Bombproof decided he wanted to turn tail and come running back just to eat his portion of meat. Speaking of the devil, the angel heard the hellhorse whinnying outside, followed by the sound of the front door opening.

In her excitement, she greeted, "Welcome back Striker!" Not giving the cowboy a chance to announce his arrival or hang his hat up.

Even though he knew the angel was here, Striker was still taken aback from being greeted back into his old home. Working as an assassin for as long as he has, he's all but forgotten what it was like to be genuinely greeted back. It felt... nice. 'Course, he knew better than to get used to it. "Aww, was Canary feeling lonely without me?" he teased the angel for her readiness to greet him home.

Solrina blanked at his remark, and then scoffed, "W-Well... I-It was boring without you here!" She then proceeded to pout, not like he could see her face in that moment, but she could hear him chuckling from behind. "Anyway, dinner should be ready in a few minutes so I suggest you go wash up. Don't worry; I left you some clean clothes in the bathroom in case you want to take a bath too."

"Fine by me," he strained while stretching at the doorway before making his way to the bathroom. While he passed the entry way of the kitchen, he felt the angel staring at him as he unbuttoned his vest. He chuckled, "Like what you see Canary?"

"Wait what?" she blanked, staring at the cowboy in confusion before she realized what he was talking about. A soft orange sprung on her face before finally responding with, "I-It's not that! I-I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a very attractive man, it's just... I'm not sure if you're a wine type of guy or not."

'Very attractive man' huh? The cowboy has had many admirers of many genders, but none were as resilient as the angel before him. Least she's being honest with herself. "Wine is hard to come by for me, so unless you can make some we won't be having wine with the beef stew." the cowboy sighed, never really thinking the angel had expensive taste.

"As a matter of fact, I did make wine."

The cowboy raised an eyebrow at her, but was shocked to see the angel holding a jar of what looked like wine. "How?" he asked, knowing damn well he doesn't have any of the ingredients to make red wine.

"Michael isn't the only one who can turn water into wine you know," she answered, putting the jar aside.

"Well now I know," he chuckled in defeat as he watch her check the stew, which was his cue he should get himself cleaned before she gets after him.

Once she had another good look at the stew, Solrina turned the stove off and grabbed a spoon for a quick taste test. One sip and she knew it was perfect, she just hoped she followed the recipe to a T. Now that the food was ready, she felt like there was one more thing she had to tell Striker, but she couldn't remember what that was.

"CANARY!"

Oh shoot, she forgot to tell him about the pipes. She timidly walked to the bathroom door where she was greeted by the cowboy who was standing there in nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist. She giggled, averting her eyes from him as she teased, "Sorry, did I forget to mention that I fixed the pipes?"