You stood in the hotel kitchen, making another masterpiece of art. Subconsciously, you prayed that you wouldn't burn down the kitchen.

Your transition period was expressed as chaos. Now you were trying to make ramen by whisking hot sauce.

You didn't even notice that Alastor was standing behind you. His eyes are noticeably frowning, but his smile is still wide.

The fact that you were a teenager irritated him. He is afraid of teenagers. He doesn't understand them.