divinetree | Mom says it's my turn with the Alastor

"There's plenty I haven't experienced, yet. I've picked up a number of things from Rosie, and I've stayed abreast of what's trickled down since the twenties. But baring a few rare meetings with Zestial I haven't explored much earlier than that," Alastor chuffed in amusement.

Then there was the last seven years, but... nothing much seems to have changed. No surprise, really, there's always stretches of slow development before the rushes of inspiration.

Well, now he was even more curious!

"Soooo... what's on the proverbial foodie bucket list?"

"Most foreign dishes, I believe! It can be a nice little journey when Sinners from elsewhere share their meals," he explained, turning into the kitchen and starting to pull out various spices and, of course, the pan and oil.

Now he was in investigative mode. Couldn't be French, as that was carried over to his neck of the woods of Louisiana. Hmmm...

"Let's see... Italian would be up your alley- complexities of flavor and differing textures without relying on sweetness. ...Ooh! Thai. Thai's good. Indian. Chinese." After taking a seat, he leaned his chin upon a palm and worked on thinking.

Then he giggled, and his face slid off his palm. Thunk. Forehead to the countertop. Let's just rest here for a minute now that the adrenaline had left his system.

But he raised a finger, voice muffled from his position. "Ssssszechuan! ...The spicier the better..."

"I can appreciate spice! Why, I've had to hold back on some of my recipes... can't make things as hot as I'm used to eating them when Charlie is the only one that can handle the spice," Alastor chuckled. But that had definitely endeared her to him a LOT, back then.

He summoned the hell-native fish from his stores, setting to work neatly and swiftly fileting it. Even so many drinks in, he effortlessly slid the knife along, not leaving a single bone in the final cuts. Wouldn't want his companion to choke on a fish bone, after all.

He had to giggle at that, too. Of course Charlie had the spice tolerance... Hell, he had to ask her sometime if she's tried fire-breathing. It was a great effect, added pizzazz to any conversation.

But as Alastor was prepping away, Lucifer remained facedown on the countertop. Well... not silently, anyway:

"Feeling kind of sick tonight
All I've had is coffee and leftover pie
It's no wonder why..."

He palmed blindly upon the counter. Slapped. Manifested another glass of water. Doctor's... Doctor's orders. Plus he was thinking of... things, again. Laboriously forced himself upright.

"Oh, mm... I should close the door so Kee-Kee doesn't sneak in here for little bites..."

"Not to worry, there's no reason she shouldn't have a nibble of her own. There's plenty more of that gar, after all," Alastor hummed, coating the fillets with copious spices to crust up nicely in the pan as the fish cooked.

He chuckled a little - King Lucifer struggling with his liquor, seems he isn't that divinely immune after all. "Just wait a moment, dear boy, this won't take but a few minutes."

Foo on you, Bambi! He drank on an empty stomach!! That's his alibi, and he's sticking to it.

"I've got nothing but time, pal! Been here since the very start! Couldn't leave if I wanted to. I mean, pfft, where would I even go...? Heaven? Please." And down the hatch the water goes.

"Georgia, surely!"

While that fish is frying, he'll turn to cut a few pieces from between the bones and pile that up on a tidy little plate for Keekee, whenever she caught a whiff of the fish.

Lucifer hummed. "Yeah...? Tell me the highlights."

Now that he was used to it, the King found himself keen on the Radio Demon's voice. The guy had panache, a showmanship, and even if he wasn't a fan of 'circus shit', the guy could fit right on in.

He could just focus on the sound to keep from slipping into strange thoughts and old memories.

"They say you were looking for a soul to steal! Bet your gold fiddle with a man named Johnny," Alastor teased - surely Lucifer had heard the song by now, even if it was only from about forty years ago. "Then again, you'd brought it out to challenge little old me!"

His laugh was a wheeze. "That's right!! Funny thing, I had a pal play the song for me, and I have... critiques!"

He raised a finger. "For one, I don't just look for souls to steal! If I were, it'd be a strong soul and not just from some schmoe. And two-... my 'part' sounded WAY better!"

A pause. He snapped his fingers and called up the fiddle right the fuck now.

"How'd it- how'd it go, hold on... lemme recreate it..."

Meanwhile, Keekee, who smelled a tasty snack, crept cautiously with a wide berth to the King. Oh, how she hated the instrument sounds. But the food was a stronger draw as the angel worked to recreate the sounds. He was... accurate, but slower on account of the inebriation.

"Hohoh! The song says you're 'behind' on your soul stealing, you must've been working up to something!" Alastor chuckled.

Once he had a nice little dish ready, he set it on the floor for miss Keekee. There you are, darling.

And then, for Lucifer's 'enjoyment', he let the song play over his radio speakers. It's a fun little tune, if you ask Alastor!

"See, see?? I had demon chorus and everything! By virtue of production value, I clearly had this Johnny kid beat! And what's he give me? Some barnyard-county-fair-...flipping...!!"

He was playing along. Was he trying to best himself? Did a fictional character get his goat?

"Hmm! Maybe you were impressed that a man with only his fiddle could do such a performance?" Alastor challenged in amusement, enjoying Lucifer's ability to match up to the song - if a little sloppily, given how hard the two of them had been drinking. "Perhaps the songwriter knew that you're a sucker for someone with talent."

He started in his seat, narrowed his eyes at the Radio Demon.

"...I will not deny that, but Betsy never leaves my hands! I'd never give her to some random human. They'd- they'd get their sticky fingerprints all over her!!"

"I suppose that poses the real question... can you go to Earth?" Alastor asked, quite curious. If he could, would he even tell someone like Alastor the truth about that? Maybe he had enough booze in him to not think better of it.

"Oohoohoo- wouldn't you like to know~?" He raised the bow and twirled it at him in little circles.

"Maybe I'm just so busy that I rarely need to take errands up top! Or, maybe I take regular holidays for a little fresh air! That's the beauty of ruling your own realm, Alastor. You set your own hours!"

Alastor just chuckles through his teeth, giving Lucifer a mysterious grin. Sounds like he coooould. And that would line up with a few of the family photos, too. Fascinating!

Still, the fish is done now - Alastor will plate it, lightly saute a side of veggies, and plate it all to slide in front of the king. "Eat up, Morningstar."

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...!"

Oh, the theatrics, the affirmation!! That's right, you BETTER appreciate his mama's cooking lessons! Alastor laughed, taking a fork and threatening to cut a bite from Lucifer's plate.

"Well, well! More for me, then, I suppose! Waste not!"

That did it.

"HEY! Hey! I-I wasn't done!!" He fluttered back down with a scramble and grabbed for his fork.

Hah hah hah! Alastor summoned a lemon, slicing it in half and squeezing it over the fish, taking the other half for himself. He's both extremely pleased to have been so well praised, and extremely amused that the same tactics one uses to encourage a child to eat their dinner worked so well on the King of Hell.

"The spritz of citrus helps the flavors pop between bites, too."

Damn, a guy can't even do a bit, huh??

His scramble was terribly undignified, clutching the counter's edge the best he could to right himself and plant his butt back in the seat. All, of course, while trying not to accidentally jab himself with the fork.

"Er- right, right! Citrus, fish, a classic...!"

Another bite. Oh... yeah, this was a classic, but this enhanced things further with the spice blend.

"Color me curious, Foodie Man- a food combo that you will never understand and do not personally tolerate. Go."

"Candied meats. Even a honeyglazed ham is pushing it, and some insist on overindulging in the honey. I could never stand when the church gals brought in their grape jelly meatballs, it always made my stomach turn," Alastor answered immediately and smoothly.

"There is some precedent for sweet with meats. I just find it highly unpleasant."

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