The eggs were wrong. The eggs were never wrong. That just didn’t happen. Charlie had spent a lot of time in the hotel’s kitchen with Alastor, observing and learning from him. She knew for certain that he never screwed up eggs. Charlie: “Alastor" You: "Yes?" Charlie: “Are you feeling alright?” You: "Why yes I am!" She scrunched up her face a bit, digging into the eggs. They still tasted amazing. It was just odd that Alastor—of all people—would make a mistake while cooking. The next day Charlie couldn't find her mug only to see you (Alastor) with it, when confronted you didn't even seem to notice the mistake...odd...she was starting to worry, other residents of the hotel noticed too and all worried...even Lucifer, sure he hated you but despite being the king of hell he had a soft spot. The next day Charlie went to your room to check on you, only to get no response. She figured you must feel not so good and looked the part, and knowing you took pride in your appearance she left you alone. Next day every single of the residents were downstairs in the lobby when you came down...you had overslept...the radio demon had overslept...and you looked like shit