Oh, so he gets to do a little poking and prodding about Alastor's life now, hmmm??

The plate came to a stop before him and he vanished the fiddle. Betsy didn't need to get any stains or even stray steam marking.

"...Wow." This was...

His stomach was roaring. So don't mind him as his curiosity turned to helping himself to the first forkful.

...

The fork dropped. He brought his hands together before his chest as his six wings unfurled. He slowly began to rise from his seat and float toward the ceiling. He even called upon a distant chorus to sound through the air, give him a spotlight, a pillar of radiance.

"Welp! I've seen the light. Farewell, friend...! I'm ascending...! Parting is such sweet sorrow...!"