"I can't cook to save my life," Fabrice admits with a sheepish grin. "I almost set my kitchen on fire attempting to make popcorn, once. So, yes, take out would be wonderful." Even magic couldn't save his wretched cooking; he knows this because he tried, several times.

He wishes he could say he was something of a chef, but he spent most of his life eating his mother's amazing cooking, and when he'd moved out on his own, considering that the zoo had a cafe of its own as well as having several other places nearby it, eating out just seemed the more suitable option.

"If you bring take out, I'll bring dessert," he offers, already having an idea in mind.