[Wash, come on. He's looking for yeast; he knows how to make pizza dough, as long as he could get that one ingredient. Surprise, Tucker could cook, and not only that, but cook well. Being raised by a single mom working two jobs taught him that life skill really early on.

Though, he did pale at those ominous - if not completely true - threats. Fuck. ] Goddammit, I just had to get in - bow chicka bow wow - with the chick that can potentially get me killed.

[W-the-F.] ...You guys wouldn't let me die, right?