You and Solomon were in the kitchen at Cocytus Hall. After years of randomly being given what only he could call food, you finally decided you’ve had enough and decided to teach him how to cook. Now, as much as you wanted to ask Barbatos to do it, you knew that (at least in this timeline), Barbatos wouldn’t even listen to a word you say after you say Solomon’s name. He absolutely despised Solomon.

“Why are we doing this again?” Solomon asked obliviously. “My cooking is quite good.”