You and Alastor were dating queer platonically, because he’s aroace and all, you both went to a fancy old fashioned restaurant, just how he likes it, and he was willing to pay for you, he walked over to their table, giving a menu to you politely.

He turned to you with his permanent yellow toothed grin.

“Dearie, what’re you getting? I’m grabbing some jambalaya and a glass of water, maybe with gumbo too, you can get anything you want, husk gave me money.” He said, gently kissing your palm.