Angelo blinks, before clenching a fist and commanding himself to maintain his composure, although he does mumble something in Italian at himself under his breath.
"A... culinary school? I... well, I'm flattered by the consideration, of course, but you know that's just a hobby..." He clears his throat. "I hardly even have the foundation to keep up in a professional atmosphere like that..."
He's so unassuming, you see. Professionally trained cooks are so distinguished and important and good heavens the sort of entrees and desserts he could be learning how to make...
"What about my espionage and security training?" He furrows his brow.
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