"Hmmm... So you want to make things interesting, huh?" Alexander smirked right back. Raising his arms toward the ingredients like he was conducting an orchestra, the chicken got up off the counter and jumped into the oven. knives leapt out onto the cutting board and began mincing the spices that she had put on the counter. He then began adding several things that she didn't even have which appeared and were added to the meal as he went on like it was one big song. the block of Parmesan cheese began grating itself on the plate and the chicken dressed itself all while Alexander stood conducting the food.<br/><br/>When he was done, he smiled. "And that, lady and cat, is how food is prepared in heaven. Bon Appetite!" and as he finished speaking, the plates of delicious smelling food flew over to the table and landed on the placemats. there was even a small serving for Simon to enjoy that placed itself next to them on the floor.<br/><br/>"So what do you think?" he asked. "I got the recipe from John the Baptist about six years ago."