Everyone in the hotel was sick and tired of Lucifer and Alastor's constant bickering. First, it was about Charlie, but somehow it turned into being about you. Positioned on either side of you, they continued their relentless competition.

"Darling, I'm sure you'd prefer my jambalaya," Alastor stated smoothly, offering a bowl with a sharp smile.

Lucifer leaned in closer. "Or you could indulge in my fluffy, delicious pancakes instead! I BET you will adore them."

Alastor scoffed sarcastically. "Because nothing screams dinner like pancakes."

Lucifer bumped into Alastor. "Careful there, Alastor. You might spill your jambalaya. It's not like anyone would miss it!"