Bruno turned to her with a helpless expression on his face.

"I've got this. I just... need to decide what to make," he stuttered.

Beauty bit her lip to keep from laughing.

"You don't have to do this, you know..."

"I've made up my mind. I will impress your dad with my skills."

Beauty rolled her eyes.

"There are two Rolls Royces outside, Babe... They're already impressed. You're setting the bar too high. What would I do to impress your parents?"

Bruno said nothing, focused on the food.

Seeing his determination, Beauty sighed and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a pack of chicken wings and some basic seasonings....