don't worry, this is just the beginning.

Sighing somewhat and snapping his fingers to make little flames appear and disappear he looked up from his reading. A thought struck him, maybe he needed to dig deeper. Following his gut feeling, he went to a different folder, A folder filled with recipes that his mother passed onto him. One thing about his mother, Michelle Atlas was that she loved food from all over, and during her travels when she toured, she had no problem going to hole-in-wall locations and getting to know the owners. Flipping through the different recipes he made a slight hum sound as he thought. "I have no idea what I should go with, what do you think Axel?" Tyler asked as he looked over to his German Sheppard that curled up on his couch. The animal looked up and tilted its head to the side before going back to sleep. "Yeah yeah, didn't need your help anyway." He chuckled softly before reading more food content.

After some time had passed, he came around one that might work. Granted some things were in Spanish but he was able to make out some English translations based off what he knew and whatever notes the original Chef made. Thankfully, he only had to order a couple of items from the list and he could get cooking.

Once all the items arrived, he began setting up his station, throwing on his music to set his vibe; Tyler began doing what he did best. There was a smile on his face as he put all the necessary items in their appropriate bowls, separating dry items from the liquids, and making as little mess as possible. Sometimes it was achievable, other times not so much, this time? There was a fair amount of ingredients on his clothing as he mixed everything together and even danced around the kitchen a bit to the music he was playing while he was in his element.

Cooking, baking, overall being in the kitchen was his happy place. He took Made with love to a literal sense when it came to his craft and he hoped it showed in work. Tyler was hoping that Maddy would at least like his homemade tres leches cake. The only hiccup that he came across was having it sit for three to five days, and frankly, Tyler didn't have that time. Once the base of the cake was in a pan and placed in the oven, he made a quick call to Victoria needing her witchy assistance.

As soon as the middle-aged Atlas' arrived, he was met with teasing and taunting about how he was letting his feelings show and that he never called for help when it came to cooking, let alone baking. After he endured her playful banter he gestured to the cake that was done baking. He promised he'd give her a piece since he had a feeling that Maddy wouldn't have a whole dessert for herself, but Tyler thought she could save enough to have some left over so she could indulge here and there if she was craving something sweet.