<div class="floatleft">(https://www.turkuaz.global/media/zoo/images/canyaman_0da6cf7afeebb2bb9ccdabe66a74e764.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Noah Hargreeves<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sexy Sixes To The Umbrella Academy kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Burning the pudding and comfort baking<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>'Breaking News....renowned eccentric billionaire and adventurer, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, dead.'</em><br/><br/>Had it not been for the profound silence that filled the small kitchen of the restaurant that the former Umbrella Academy Child known as Number Six  owned and worked in. Then perhaps he would not have heard the news at all. After all it was rush hour at the restaurant and it was a popular place for tourists who hoped to catch a glimpse of the former superhero bit also because he was a prestigious cook. So rush hour involved very little in the way of silence, infact it was the opposite. Pots clattering, microwaves, kettles and various other electronic devices in full use. The head chef shouting out to various stations what needed to be prepared.<br/><br/>Noah was the dessert chef and left the running of the kitchen to others but outside the kitchen doors he was the owner of the popular place and proudly displayed his Umbrella tattoo while he worked, so when the picture of Sir Reginald popped up one of the waitresses gasped her whole body rooting to the spot as the news reporter began. The shock of the waitress caught the attention of the washing up boy, who then caught the attention of the starter chef and so this rattled on until an obvious Noah looked up.<br/><br/>On the table before him a completed lemon meringue pie that just needed a little browning on the edges of the meringue to be perfect. In his hand a small blow torch designed just for such a purpose its yellow orange flame licking unnoticed against the side of the pie as Noah's eyes settled on the end of the report. The smell of smoke snapped him from his stupor and he tossed the ruined cake away.<br/><br/>"Chef, I'll be leaving for the day. Can you take over here?" He asked not waiting for an answer he walked as calmly from the kitchen as he could to the staff car park and climbed in his car before tearing off down the road. A quick stop at a local supermarket for the basic ingredients and not soon after he was flinging the doors open on his old home.<br/><br/>Noah didn't shout a greeting instead he made his way to his own personal Haven. The kitchen. A radio was turned on a and a great ruckus  of noise ensued as draws were opened and utensils retrieved. Absolutely every item was exactly where he had left it and he began immediately whipping up a batch of cookies. If his siblings weren't here already they would soon arrive.