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

"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.

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

"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.

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."

"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.

"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.

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"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?"

"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!"

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"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!"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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!!"

"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.

"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."

"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!"

"I'll bring you souvenirs, don't you worry - especially since you're tipping me off to where the best party on Earth is gonna be!"

A little laugh at that!

"Anything you're missing from there food-wise, though? I can hook you up anytime."

"Plenty," Alastor told her, "but for the most part I can make it myself down here. Just a matter of finding Hellish equivalent ingredients though I think I'm managing all right!"

Trial and error was part of the fun of cooking. Besides, these timeless recipes had had to be created through similar means at some point!

"Though I appreciate the offer, my dear! I can tell you a few of the best speakeasies that were running before my untimely demise. Though knowing good old Nawlins, the party is likely to be in the street from here on out!"

"I'll drink in your honor then, little friend. And I'll make sure to come down with TONS of hilarious stories."

Bee kicks back a bit, taking a nice long sip of the coffee and relishing in it.

"Mm, if you party with me again I'll hook you up with the best beans in the seven rings. This is good stuff for what a Sinner can get."

"If that's an invitation, sugar, I'd be happy to accept! I had a grand time last night with you!"

Out of context, that probably would've sounded odd. Certainly would've raised a few eyebrows. However, it was completely true: Alastor had had a blast drinking and dancing with the Queen of Gluttony.

"Fuck yeah! I need a dedicated dance partner up here in Pride. You're the only one that can keep up with me these days! And the stronger you get the crazier our partying can get, SO worth it with how rarely I can get out of Gluttony~"

"A shame that I can't go down to Gluttony every so often. Everything I've heard thus far has sinners limited to the Pride Ring...unless you have some sort of secret to getting around that limitation I can bribe out of you.

"On a completely unrelated note, how about I get those biscuits out of the oven?"

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"Ugh! I wish. Last time I tried to sneak off with a Sinner not only did the Geas stop me, Lucifer came in and chewed me out big time. It was NOT copacetic," Bee groaned dramatically, though she couldn't be too mad with biscuits on the way in just a moment!

Alastor got up from the table to retrieve the fluffy and warm buttermilk biscuits. One thing he always enjoyed about cooking: It always made his home smell amazing.

"So no hope there. Rats. I've heard rumors about your parties in Gluttony. They sound like the bee's knees!"

His grin widened. Yes, that pun was absolutely intentional.

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