The broad road before us // open+pasta

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 45%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]If there was a title for "Pasta King", then there had might as well be a tie between Jacob and Jerseyboy. They were both Italians, though Jerseyboy considered himself the one that had introduced small Jakey into the fascinating world of carbs and the staple of Italian cuisine. After all, he had been the one to practically raise him (aside from that Harrison guy).

The male couldn't call a place home unless he was greeted with the aroma of Jacob's cooking. He had to admit- the kid had gotten pretty good at whipping up some dishes. Hell, Jacob even cooked for him most of the time, considering that he was too much of a lazy chooch most of the time. While Jerseyboy couldn't say that he considered Snowboud home sweet home, his little brother's cooking made him feel like he was in his comfort zone. The tuxedo tom waltzed up to the husky and fixed his gaze onto the tray of dishes. "Don't mind if I do." He said with a small smirk before swiping a piece of bread for himself and biting into it. Jerseyboy chewed, nodding his head and humming, "Aww yeah, this is good shit. This pesto?"