"Oh, absolutely." Her smile is a tad sheepish. "It drives Angel up the wall, but stress cooking is my go to thing. Better than me doing drugs or drinking or whatever drives musicians to ruin, however, right?" That'd make her prickly manager just worse.

Clasping her hands together, she gives a nod in the direction of the ViP penthouse. "Let's get going, then. What were you starting on?"