Zeke chuckled in response.

"Well, we can do that tomorrow night." he said.

"I have the stuff here to make the pizza. And I've been meaning to make it again." he told her.

"It's at times like this, I'm grateful my mother took the time and effort to beat these skills into my head." he then laughed.

"My dad just wanted me to be more archangel-like, but mom insisted I have human skills for this world." he continued.

"...and in hindsight, dad can't argue with her now." he added.

"Eh-heh..." Zeke chuckled.

"Well... m-maybe." he said, blushing again.

"I mean... all I can do is do what I do for now." he told her.

"......you really think so?" he then asked.

"Like... you really mean that?"

"Well... I'm glad you do." Zeke responded.

"....hey..." he then said.

"Do... do you think that... it might be possible..." he went on, before his phone went off.

"Oh, crap." he said.

"I need to head out. Gotta make sure I'm in time to pick up Liv." he told her.

"O-of course." Zeke responded, before he headed out to pick Liv up.

-Later that evening-

The three of them had just finished eating dinner, and Liv was getting washed up, while Zeke and Angela were sitting in the den, on the couch, with Angela getting some work done.

"So..." Zeke mumbled.

"About... what we were saying earlier, before I needed to go get Liv..." he went on, before suddenly freezing.

"Wait!" he said.

"...I'm getting some early triggers from that alarm." he told her.

"Gonna need to hold that thought again." he finished, before slowly getting up.

The boy hadn't been able to do too much to it, before Zeke swung the door open.

"Ah-HEM!" he cleared his throat loudly, towering over him.

"Excuse me." he said.

"Mind telling me what you're doing, and WHY you're doing it?" he asked the boy.

"And your explanation had BETTER be a good one." he added ominously.

"....." Zeke was silent for a moment, before turning back to Angela.

"Be right back!" he called towards her.

He then stepped outside, shutting the door behind him, and made his way down to the front door of the house that the boy had bolted inside.

Once there, he rang the doorbell.

"Don't answer that!" he heard a voice from inside shout, which was followed by some muffled and hectic conversation.

He then sighed, before knocking on the door this time.

"........" Zeke didn't say anything, as the woman said all she did.

"Ah. Please." he then said, stepping inside and allowing the woman to shut the door behind him.

"And... yes, I am." he confirmed.

"Odds are he wasn't good at hiding it." he mumbled.

"But yes, some tea would be lovely." he reiterated.

Zeke looked at the items on the tray, before looking at the woman.

"Well..." he said, noting the moniker/adjective/purjorative that she had used, indicating that the boy had a bit of a... history.

"It's actually about Miss Angela Hayes a few houses down." he told her.

"See... it seems that her front door has been... targeted... by your son. On multiple occasions." he explained.

"No matter how many times I fix it for her, he just comes back and does something else to it. He'll mangle the lock, warp and stiffen up the hinges, that sort of thing." he explained further.

"Quite frankly, it's getting tiresome at the very least, and it's... well... we'll leave it at tiresome for now."

Zeke raised an eyebrow when she said what she did.

"I.... see." he said.

"Well, if this is some misguided attempt to garner her attention and/or affection... it's not working." he told her.

"If anything, it's causing Miss Hayes and her daughter some rather annoying inconveniences in their lives." he continued.

It was at that point, a male with similar features came up from the basement they had.

"Hey honey, do you know where-?" he started to ask, before he and Zeke looked at each other, seemingly exchanging a silent conversation.

"I didn't know we had company." he then commented.

The man just sighed, and shook his head.

"Wonderful." he said.

"What has he done to warrant THIS?" he muttered, before heading up the stairs to get the boy.

"...." Zeke was silent for a moment, before looking at the woman.

"Just to be perfectly clear, I'm not here as a representative of what I am." he told her.

"It's coincidence, I assure you."