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[makethathoney]

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[lonelysmiles]

"You, too, Sugah..." Alastor slurred out, not even registering that, hey, his bed was bigger and he shouldn't be sleeping with Bee.

Though come a few hours later, he woke up with the beginnings of a massive hangover with a Deadly Sin in his bed. If it weren't for the fact they were both still fully-dressed, he probably would've started panicking.

It didn't take him long to remember what happened, and he melted into shadow out of her grip, reappearing in the kitchen. Right now he'd love to fix himself his hangover cure, but he'd promised Bee a gumbo and he needed to get started on it. A good thing he could do it practically in his sleep.

Bee would awaken to the smells of simmering gumbo along with Alastor making a hearty helping of eggs cochon for the both of them.

[makethathoney]

His initial escape was easy enough - Bee had been snoring and drooling all over the pillows, dead to the world from being so well-fed last night - in every sense of the word.

But the world's best wake-up alarm drifted its heavenly scent her way, rousing her from slumber. Her limbs were stiff and sore, her mouth dry, and her head was swimming - another killer hangover, but one she was appreciating after having so many 'usual' hangovers of late. With a little magic and a swipe of her jelly tail, she instantly tidied up and her outfit changed into a comfortable blue frock. Upsie-daisy!

Summoning a tankard of water in her hand, she meandered to the kitchen, chugging it all down. Aaaah. Better. "Smells so fucking good in here, King Cake."

[lonelysmiles]

"I'll take that as quite the compliment, Sugar."

It felt odd to be so familiar with her, but...well, if he started calling her "Miss Bee" at this point, she might be offended.

"You're just in time for breakfast."

He served the eggs cochon, handing her a plate before pouring her a cup of coffee from the French press.

"Cream, Sugar?" There was a joking spark in his eye given his nickname for her.

[makethathoney]

The joke caught her off guard, and she laughed in delight - good to know he was still funny even with a hangover!

"Hahah! Oh my god. Yeah, I'll have some cream and sugar in my coffee. You're funny~"

Those eggs were next, of course - she jumbo-sized them so they'd give her a fierce head start on killing the hangover, eagerly chomping on one like it was a sandwich and relishing the messiness. Her honey-hair and tail both grew more vibrant, like the gel was waking up properly now, too.

[lonelysmiles]

Eggs with homemade biscuits, pulled pork, and hollandaise sauce. She was going to have a real treat biting into it. Spicy without being overwhelming.

Alastor chuckled as he flicked a finger to retrieve the sugar and cream, setting them nearby her. He took his own first bites of breakfast, feeling better already.

"Eggs cochon. A Nawlins staple for hangovers," Alastor told her. His grin widened as he nodded towards the large pot percolating on the back burner. "And that there is the gumbo though it won't be ready until tonight.

"I must say that this has been quite an interesting twelve hours for me. I'm looking forward to seeing what else you have in store."

[makethathoney]

"Cooking it the whole day? Perfect. I love a man that knows how to actually cook," Bee hummed in pleasure, using her thumb to wipe sauce off her chops and lick it clean - not a single drop wasted, she's gotta indulge in every bite.

"Already finished with business for the trip up here - got to visit Charlie, see how my niece is doing. Got to meet with Luci for a while. So I'm free the whole weekend and I'm just winging it. Maybe I'll find another party to crash somewhere, hmm... one where it sows a little chaos might be fun."

[lonelysmiles]

"Clearly you ain't neva known a man from Nawlins befoh," Alastor said, slipping into his Southern accent. Then his grin widened. "Where I'm from, cooking is an event in and of itself. Even without Mardi Gras, I think you'd find it to be your kind of town."

[makethathoney]

"I bet I would! I always love the little pockets of people that go extra hard on making the best food they can. Great stuff from all over the world! I had a big Diwali kick for a while, Indian food is also really intensely flavorful. Whichever angel came up with spices I gotta commend."

Chomp!

"Every decade, the food people cook changes - but the people that make it with passion never die."

[lonelysmiles]

"Poetic." He grinned. "Though my current state begs to differ on the 'never die' portion."

[makethathoney]

"Details! Besides, if I didn't get to meet you all, I would never get to enjoy your passion directly~" she snickered, giving a feather-light 'shove' to his shoulder playfully.

[lonelysmiles]

"Considering their contributions to Gluttony, does that mean all chefs go to Hell?" he mused with a snicker.

[makethathoney]

"Honestly, it's usually Wrath that gets them down here, pssh. I tried running a kitchen and I nearly ate everyone when they fucked up the dish!"

Both biscuits thoroughly polished off, Bee summoned herself a piece of bread to sop up every last drop of yolk and sauce that had escaped, leaving the plate almost immaculately clean.

[lonelysmiles]

Alastor snickered. "I understand the feeling: If you're not going to be useful, get out of my kitchen."

He watched her summon a piece of bread.

"There's more biscuits warming in the oven, my dear. I made large batches of everything. Only need to make more poached eggs fresh." His eyes twinkled. "Given my own appetite and that of my guest, I thought it was prudent."

[makethathoney]

"Good thinking ahead! Honestly, we could spend the whole day cooking and trying each other's foods, if you wanna - I know old recipes, and I know hellborn ones. And with me here, there's no shortage of ingredients," she assured confidently before picking up her coffee and taking a swig. Aaaah, that's a good cup of coffee.

[lonelysmiles]

"Only if you want to. You're a guest in my home, and it's the host's job to provide," Alastor said as he took a sip of coffee.

He'd gotten the best beans available in Pride which had been imported from one of the lower Rings. (Not Gluttony, sadly. Those were in high demand, but they typically got consumed long before they could reach market.) He'd been shocked when he'd made that first overlord "disappear" and all of their possessions had simply shifted to him via magic: territory, souls, and so much money that it took him a moment to remind himself that this wealth had been accumulated over centuries, not decades. He'd cut the souls free immediately. He wanted to stay as low-key as possible, and they might notice that someone else's name was now on their contracts. Besides, it added to the "disappearance" mystique: that the overlord had decided to keep their territories and wealth but bow out of the public eye and release their contracted souls.

[makethathoney]

"Aww, I always love good hospitality! But I'm a good guest and I bring gifts a'plenty to my gracious host~" Bee chuckled fondly before sipping the coffee. Mmmm! Good stuff, probably some of the best you could get in Pride. If he was as cool sober as he was drunk, then maybe she'd treat him to some rarer goodies.

"So!! Tell me about New Orleans right now, what's it like up there? What're the people like?"

[lonelysmiles]

"Lively! We're all poor as church mice, but that doesn't entirely stop the Crescent City from being the Crescent City!" Alastor said with a grin. "Plenty of speakeasies around town and more than enough cops who look the other way unless things get too rowdy. Honestly, it's created a perfect storm for the development of jazz. You hardly hear any ragtime there anymore!"

His eyes glittered with fondness for his hometown. It was sad that he'd never see it again along with some of the people he'd grown fond of, but everyone had to die sometime.

"Really the Crash didn't do much more than add insult to injury for us. The railroad already had us in quite a hole. But misery does so enjoy company!"

[makethathoney]

"Yeeessss, that's the spirit!! Stubborn, lively little humans - I love you all so much!" Bee giggled in delight, wiggling and kicking her feet a little. "And when the time of struggle ends, oh, there'll never be a bigger rush of joyous gluttony! Nothing like the gratitude and indulgence of those who fought to make it!"

[lonelysmiles]

"It might be sooner than you think!" Alastor said. "Earlier this year, the 21st Amendment was drafted to repeal Prohibition. Just waiting for the last few states needed to ratify it."

[makethathoney]

"Aww, too bad you missed it! That's okay - I'll just have to make sure you party hard enough down here to make up for it," Bee snickered, a little mischievously. "Maybe I'll luck out and a party-goer will summon me. It's been a couple centuries, though, I shouldn't get my hopes up."

[lonelysmiles]

"Honestly? I predict not much will change save people drinking openly. It wasn't like we ever stopped," he pointed out. "But it wouldn't surprise me if at least one group threw a party."

[makethathoney]

"There's something special about whole towns drinking and eating their weight in food and booze, partying in the streets together for the whole night, causing chaos! Openly and delightfully sinful!!"

[lonelysmiles]

"Then you'll definitely need to head up there for Mardi Gras. I imagine Nawlins will be just what you're looking for!"

Really, Bee could be the patron Sin of New Orleans. Ironic given St. Peter was its patron loa.

[makethathoney]

"Someday if I'm lucky!! Gotta see if humans ever remember how to summon me. I'm one of the big deal demons so it's waaaay more complicated."

[lonelysmiles]

"At least there's a ritual that you can use to get up there. Sadly, I'll have to miss out on such things given I'm but a lowly sinner!"

He wiped an invisible tear from his eye.

"If you make it up there during Mardi Gras, make sure to eat and drink some in my memory!"