Family Meal
"Mother, I don't NEED to eat. I'm the bloody King of Hell for crying out loud!" Crowley protested as Rowena puttered around the lavish kitchen that he didn't even want to know how she got. Even the King of Hell had to cringe at some of Rowena's methods. "Do you see any other demons being doted on by their mother?"
"That's because not all demons have a mother as devoted as me," Rowena said, a proud purr to her voice. "Now come on, Fergus. Eat up. A ruler needs his strength."
"It's CROWLEY!" The King of Hell shouts loud enough to rattle the windows. His protests don't faze Rowena as she sets the steaming bowl in front of her son. Crowley stares down at his bowl and sniffs it with a disgusted look on his face. "Mother, what IS this?"
"Oh come on, Fer-Crowley. It tastes better than it looks."
"Fine," Crowley says, resigned. He shovels a spoonful into his mouth, spitting it back into his bowl immediately. "Good God, Mother. No wonder you cook potions instead of meals. Now I see why you never fed me as a lad…it wasn't because you hated me, clearly you loved enough to not want to subject me to THIS"