It was never a dull moment at this bar, except for maybe during the lull just before opening. The people who chose to sit on those stools where Matteo himself sat didn't exactly need much prompting to spill the worries that accumulated within their minds. It was the atmosphere, she always thought. Well, perhaps a little more than that. Maybe it was also the drink and a friendly face behind the bar that often loosened the tongue. Did she ever have to pry? No not really. The bar was a disarming place, after all, where connection could occur all around, even if only briefly. Maybe that was why the she-wolf was able to remember most of their faces, their names, and their stories. To her, they were like constellations amongst a sea of stars. Maybe that was why she could recall over a dozen names and their preferred drinks. But now, her golden eyes focused on Matteo who peered back at her with the telltale gleam of mischief in his eye. He was no ordinary patron. Nor was the conversation between the pair ordinary. After all, the fairy could see far more than anyone else could at any given moment. It unsurprisingly prompted the curiousity behind their next topic of conversation, the one that the French fae revealed, a glimpse into his ability of future sight.

Matteo elaborated that choosing which path to prevent people from travelling was the hardest. How the she-wolf truly considered those words, weighing them within her mind with the limited grasp on this topic that she had. It must have been difficult for anyone to choose a path for someone else. To essentially take responsibility for someone's future. It was no small thing. In no world would it ever be. Should it even be up to anyone else to decide? Yet how such a thing could be useful? A chance to save your loved ones... even despite the slippery slope that it could be. Slipping and sliding at a blinding rate at breakneck speeds. How did he stay sane? How could he sit there with that lucid mischievous smile peering back at her looking as he did? But something crossed her mind... something that only dared to cross her thoughts. Did Tet's father actually see her or anyone else? Or just all the convoluted paths stretched before them? Or was she merely just a piece in an ever-elaborate part she had to play?

Despite this, the fae's words seemed to hold weight, she shook her head softly as if to rid herself of the cobwebs of her own thoughts before she tucked the strands of hair that fell forward. Anything else that she might have said never having the chance to escape her as Matteo quickly changed the subject to feeding his son. Sharing his disgust for the sin against mankind. The mac and cheese in a box that Tet liked. Enough to stash a whole cupboard full in secret. However, she could not help but wonder if any secrets could be kept from her boyfriend's father. Mira then blinked, his words only confirming just how much he reminded her of her grandmother. But one thing for certain was the fae and her grandmother were clearly very passionate about food if nothing else. "I'm guessing you have a... way to fix this problem of mac a cheese?" She asked, truly curious if he actually had some plan. Although, it would seem that the subject did not linger long at all. How she knew it would, for some unknown reason. That was when he pivoted to focus on her own ability to cook. How she was almost certain that such a thing was only meant to cause the reaction that did. To prompt that very question that left her lips. She should have known better than to ask it, in hindsight and yet...

There was barely a moment of silence when a steaming dish of food appeared, summoned. A perfect response to her question. Someone came prepared. It would seem that Matteo's use of his abilities extended to far more than just what paths to take. But to say she wasn't at least curious of the food would have been a lie. It smelled... familiar. She had not expected this level of effort to go about making his point. A point that he had already been prepared for likely before she even uttered the words. It was one thing to speak of seeing into the future, it was another to see an actual product of it. That impish gleam once more returned to his features after a compliment of being pleasant company of sorts was offered to her. She wondered if perhaps maybe this too was another trap or if he was in fact being genuine. The meal certainly smelled good, evoking a slew of core memories in her mind. If the smell of it was anything to go by... She moved around the bar, taking her seat next to where the meal sat.

The she-wolf settled upon a stool next to him, the dish between them on the freshly cleaned bar top. How she could not help but wonder if this too was some kind of test. Even she could not help the hint of suspicion that was pushed away with the encouragement to try it. The she-wolf had barely stolen a taste, the flavours on her tastebuds barely settling upon her tongue before he questioned if it was better than her vovo's.

Ah. So that was what this was all about! Now that was one line she could not cross... not even now with the charisma-filled fae. Not even when part of her wanted that family Tetradore had kept so secret.... To like her. Matteo claimed it wasn't so much so that she should betray her own grandmother but simply admitted that his cooking was genius. Well, someone was humble. A warm soft laughter spilt free as it met her eyes. She placed a slender arm onto the bar top, her torso facing him while her long limbs faced toward the dish. "It's delicious." She meant it. That bite brought back a warm nostalgia. A time when she would help her grandmother prepare for dinner, the bustle just before her family all sat at the same table to share a meal. Almost every night she would help... and then finish her schoolwork while it cooked. She was content to linger in the conversation and shared meal but like the theme of this impromptu visit.... Matteo once more turned upon her. Challenging her own cooking.

That she would need to prove herself worthy if he was to teach her one of her boyfriend's favourite dishes. To ensure she was capable enough to cook it.

Matteo went on to explain that Tetradore's pallet was incredibly advanced and that if a dish was not cooked correctly then he would refuse to eat it. That it was very French of him. She had never seen Matteo appear prouder. Not even when speaking of his own genius. Yet what the words seemed to reveal were all the facets of her boyfriend that she had yet to discover. It was at that moment that the French fae claimed that next Wednesday he would have her cook for him and if he was satisfied then he would teach her a favoured recipe. Wait... What? He seemed content to hold the recipe hostage...

How he claimed he foresaw that she had that day off. He answered her question before she could even ask the question. Claiming that he was pleased to have spent some time with her, that her Tet hadn't actually regretted allowing them to meet. Claiming that any regrets that he had were of people meeting him. What was so wrong about his father? Matteo claimed that Tet accused him of being a bad influence. "A bad influence? Whatever gave him that idea?" Her golden eyes like embers twinkled in amusement, recalling how he had stolen one of Tet's cars and then crashed it into his other son's prized gardens.. "At least this time, you influenced nothing bad. Just promoted some good cooking and kept me company before my shift." She added confidently, in truth, appreciating the conversation with Tet's father. Yet... it would seem that moment was flippant as the man himself. In a whirlwind, the fae turned to leave.. Honestly, she had no idea where he intended to go in such a hurry. But not without confirming Wednesday night. When did she actually agree to this, well she must have because the challenge was set and what was at stake was much too important to ignore.

The brunette dipped her head in a nod. "Wednesday it is." What had she just signed up for? Mira had become far more adept at making a damn good drink... Maybe she could distract the fae with very good wine... Maybe. With that, the brunette was sitting at the empty bar to her own thoughts and that meal that Matteo left her with.