“She was - I’m trying to say this as nicely as possible - a bitch.” He shrugged his shoulders before continuing to boil the pasta. As pathetic as it may have sounded, spaghetti was the only meal Griffin knew how to prepare. And by prepare, it was more along the lines of assist. He could open a jar of sauce, but it obviously didn’t compare to homemade. Which is why he left that task to Amahle. With a quick splash of salt, he covered the lid, only to be met with a spoon of sauce for him to try. “Next time,” he began while tasting her sauce. He hummed in delight before continuing, “you’re not allowed to set me up with any of your coworkers. You suck at it,” he smirked.