When Zev Harcourt mind wandered to Neffatari Nzingha , Felix's followed, immediately wishing he could call upon illeana reyes for help. Even if baking wasn't within her areas of specialties, she was smart - smarter than him - and could probably fulfill the task without creating some wildish mess to clean up.

Because, if baking macaroons with BARNABY FINCH taught him anything, it was no matter how carefully he moved, there would be a mess behind. The only question was whether Zev Harcourt would be able to keep it to a manageable level, or if some grunts would have to assist with its aftermath.

"Peanut Butter Chip and chocolate chip cookies. Shouldn't be too bad."

Keyword, shouldn't.

"I'll read off the recipe, you grab the first set of ingredients."

He reached for the folded piece of line book paper, unfurling it with two slow sweeps of his hand.

Each wrinkle crackled under his touch, smoothing out as best it could, with some corners regaining their shape regardless of his efforts.

"Oh, don't forget to preheat the oven."

From there, he began listing off the first set of ingredients for the other man to slide over.

Zev Harcourt

Ingredients became to mesh, mixing into a concoction of brown mush that looked more like mud than the formation of a sugary treat. Still, he continued to mix, fulfilling the instructions as written.

"If I'm remembering correctly, I've briefly read their files."

It was a habit he'd kept with since being scolded by underboss Martín del Mar. Even if he hadn't found the time to properly meet every grunt, it was important to know who was under your organization and who was offering their services to the organization.

"Anything special about them?"

Zev Harcourt

with the first bowl properly mixed, felix was allowed to move on to the next. the whisk made work of the individual ingredients, mixing them until none were discernable from the other. it all just became one big brown clump.

"how long have they been with us?"

if what the beast said was true, then Ruby Garcia could serve to spend more time developing, perhaps under a member of spectra, while Gerald Kaiser looked to be more prepared for the task.

still, even with the beast's recommendation, there was hesitancy to be had.

Zev Harcourt

"yeah, that looks good," he nodded. To be honest, there wasn't an exact size he was aiming for. It was all just something he'd seen on illeana reyes's pinterest earlier. That and a quick google search.

While Zev moved to pour out one of the bowls onto the baking sheet, Felix moved to the other. Together, they looked to finish the job.

"Is there anyone else, or just them?"

Zev Harcourt

The names of the damned caused his fingers to slow down to a crawl, as if a blast of ice had him chipping away at the frost.

"Once the division is fully established," he began, staring into the bowl of mashed ingredients, "Members will be judged, then placed into teams. Each one designated to a different target. The best would fall under them."

Each one would be given a lead, both for intel and combat, but those detail better suited for the report itself. Instead, the admin forced on the question at hand. Katherine Fairburne and Remiel Calcifet - what would be the ramifications for their traitorous behavior?

"Through concentrated efforts, we'll bring them down. It just can't be done overnight."

He knew from experience.

Zev Harcourt

"of course."

The expectation in his voice was noted. There wasn't an doubt in his mind that Zev Harcourt would do more than simply direct one of the teams, but that went without saying.

With their baking skills drawing to the end of its prep work, Felix began washing up in the nearest sink. The water felt cool against his warm skin.

Zev Harcourt