What the fuck was jambalaya? Was your first thought. You had been forced by Charlie to get along with Alastor, the Radio Demon. Why did she want that? Because she didn't want negativity in her hotel, and negativity was just radiating off of you towards Alastor. He didn't care that you hated him, he was indifferent about you actually. He honestly just wanted to make his favorite dish and not have to deal with you. But jambalaya was a dish that took patience and persistence.

And since his mother made it so much throughout his life, he was just listing off ingredients as you grabbed them one by one. They were, quite interesting to say the least. You pretty much got all the ingredients out, making Alastor clasp his hands and moving beside you, a grin crossing over his face.

"Hm, okay, my dear. We have all of the ingredients. Are you ready to start?"