Alastor didn't bother the girl for the rest of the day.

Though his coworkers might disagree he did know what boundaries are and when to not push them.

Of course, Vaggie was different.

Obviously, they didn't work together but unlike most people he spoke with Vaggie wasn't afraid of him. Yes, there had been times when she was shocked by his more "endearing" moments for lack of a better word. Though he couldn't quite name a moment where she looked like she felt helpless or genuinely terrified of him.

Most would hide for cover the moment Alastor even raised his voice but Vaggie scoffed at it.

If she were an overlord or something similar he would expect this, but Vaggie was a simple denizen of hell. She was in no way even close to being as powerful as he was, yet the first thing she does is point a spear at his face and threatens him?

Fascinating.

The more he learned about the girl, honestly the more fascinating she became.

There was just so much to unwrap. Her relationship with Charlie, when will she eat his god damn food, why was she so dedicated to this hotel, what happened to her eye, and more importantly, what was her connection with that song?

This girl was very entertaining indeed. And he was certain that he wouldn't get bored of her anytime soon.

In fact, he had been thinking over her words,

'I'll eat your shitty cooking if you can actually seriously impress me with the work you're doing for this hotel, for once'

Impress her? What else did he need to do? He got them a maid, a bartender, continuously (tried) to cook for her, and even did all her damned paperwork.

He didn't mean to brag, wait no actually he did, but that was pretty damn impressive.

What else could he do? Figured he could try something with completely no sinful deeds involved, he did suppose that outside of his failed attempts to cook for her all his attempts at helping did involve some foul play. Whether it was signature forging, lock breaking, or calling in shady favors.

So, something entirely free of wrongdoing.

It really did say a lot about him that he honestly couldn't think of anything.

Maybe he could convince a few demons to join the hotel though he was still unsure how he could do that without threats or bribery, I mean he had his charms but even he would have trouble making a redemption hotel sound good to a lot of simpleton demons.

He would cook for her if she ever actually eat it!

Maybe a gift? Honestly, he had the money for anything though he's not quite sure what the girl would want or need.

Maybe a gift wouldn't work out in general, she did specify something about the hotel to impress her.

He continued to think about it as he absentmindedly chopped away at the vegetables on the counter. He was following up on his promise to Charlie.

He did like the little princess of hell and never missed the opportunity to cook. It was honestly a personal thing for him, a way to learn about people, a way to connect, and a chance to show off his amazing cooking skills.

"Wow. You really know a lot about cooking huh?" Charlie asked from across the kitchen, she had been talking though honestly, Alastor didn't focus on anything she had been saying. Only really hearing her last sentence.

"I suppose more than most men." He confessed, though didn't look up at her, throwing his chopped-up vegetables into a pot, "It is a useful skill to have."

"That is true." Charlie nodded, before chuckling, "I never learned. I barely know how to make rice."

"Oh?" Alastor asked in fake interest, "A wonder how you survived living on your own."

Charlie laughed, "Guess I have Vaggie to think for that."

Now that caught his interest.

"What do you mean?" He asked finally turning away from the steaming pot to look at the demoness.

"Oh, well, Vaggie always cooked for me." Charlie explained, "She tried to teach me but didn't get far. In her defense, I nearly burned down the hotel a few times already."

Alastor hummed, so the moth cooked, interesting, "I hope it suited your royal taste bubs." He said teasingly

Charlie rolled her eyes playfully, "Vaggies an amazing cook. Gives you a good run for your money."

Alastor chuckled, "Is that so?"

Actually, maybe he could use Charlie to find out more about the girl. Unlike Vaggie, though Charlie was still a bit on edge she was certainly more lenient around Alastor. She could be tricked into revealing a few things.

"What is the deal with you and her?" He immediately asked turning back to the pot of gumbo, acting as if he was asking passively without much interest.

"What do you mean?" Charlie chuckled awkwardly.

"Well, it's just.." Alastor paused acting like he was trying to find the right words, "You two seem oddly close, honestly sisters aren't as close as you two are."

"Well..." Charlie let out another awkward chuckle, "We use to date."

Though Charlie couldn't see it and thankfully nobody else would, a brief look of shock was on Alastors face though it lasted but a few seconds before returning to his natural smile.

It did surprise him a bit. Not the idea of those two being romantically involved in general, as he could see how both of them were clearly attracted to each other, but by the fact Charlie said that they were broken up.

Charlie let a gal like that go? Really?

Talk about a poor life decision.

"Ah." Al said simply, "I see."

"Yeah.." Charlie said letting out another nervous chuckle, "It wasn't like, a bad breakup or anything. We just thought that we be better as friends you know?"

Alastor honestly didn't, but felt like questioning it more would raise suspicion.

So instead he hummed in agreement, "Must make things a bit awkward since you two work together."

"A little." Charlie confessed, "But we don't let it bother us. She's honestly a hard worker and does a lot for this place, I don't know where I would be without her."

'Why did you break up then' was what he wanted to ask but again he knew it he asked too many questions about their relationship it would seem odd and he already acted like he understood the reason he had given.

So he instead decided to change the subject,

"Well, what kind of food does the little moth make?" He asked, "I always like to get recipes from fellow chefs."

Alastor had his back turned and didn't see the girl's reaction but heard her shifting around, something tells him that talking about this was less uncomfortable for her.

"Oh. She always made such delicious dishes, like, uh.." she snapped her fingers, "Oh...what were they called? Empanadas? Yeah, I think that's it, they were delicious!"

"Don't think I ever heard of that," Alastor confessed.

"I hadn't either until she made them for me." Charlie explained, "But honestly you should ask her to make them, I'm sure she wouldn't mind, plus they're amazing!"

Alastor turned to face the girl, his head tilted slightly, "What are they exactly?"

"Oh! It's like a fried pastry stuffed with meat, cheese, vegetables, fruits, and other stuff! It's sooooo good!" Charlie explained excitedly.

Alastor chuckled, "I might have to ask Vaggie about it sometime."

Charlie nodded, "Yeah. Maybe you two could even cook together? I bet you two would get along really well."

Alastor turned back to his gumbo, the events of the past few days passing through his mind, "I doubt that. She doesn't seem very fond of me."

"Yeah. That is true." Charlie confessed, "But it's honestly nothing personal against you really. I'm sure she'll warm up to you eventually."

Alastor chuckled, whether it was out of habit or he genuinely found Charlie's words funny it was hard to tell, "Do you really think?"

"Yeah. I do actually," Charlie chuckled, "I mean I know what she said to you when she first arrived but, once you convince her that you don't mean any harm to the hotel and she sees that you're not THAT bad. I'm sure you'll get along great." Charlie explained, "You two actually have a lot in common."

"Oh? How so?" Alastor asked acting like he was pretending to be interested, even though he actually was interested.

If he was sitting down he be on the edge of his seat.

"Well, you're both very creative and love to perform! Vaggie, don't tell her I told you this, but she's a bit shy so she wouldn't sing in front of people. But honestly, she SHOULD! She. Is. Amazing!" Charlie almost squealed

Alastor chuckled, honestly the girl still sounded a little lovestruck, but he didn't say anything. He was eager to learn more.

"She even sings when she cooks! You should see her! I don't understand what the songs are about, their usually in Spanish, but she has such a pretty voice," Charlie giggled, "And theirs more! You mentioned liking poetry, right? Along with some others...uh, classic works? Well, Vaggies a writer! She usually writes plays and poems! Though mostly plays and her poems are a bit more modern than what you read, but they're good too!"

Alastor listened, his interest in the moth girl growing more and more. She was a writer? And a play write at that? How intriguing! What did she write about? What kind of plays? Ooo! Please tell him that they were musicals!

"See a lot in common!" Charlie giggled, "You just have to reach out to her, maybe ask her about your favorite writers?"

Alastor hummed, "Maybe."

He definitely will.

He looked down at his gumbo, turning the stove off, indeed it was finished. Oh, it looked delish! He was sure Charlie would enjoy it.

And Vaggie, if she would eat it.

He thought over her words

'I'll eat your shitty cooking if you can actually seriously impress me with the work you're doing for this hotel, for once'

Alastor grabbed a few bowls and filled them with gumbo. Before asking, "Vaggie does seem to work awfully hard, before I came along wasn't she your only hotel staff?"

"Yeah, but thanks to you our staff has been tripled!" Charlie exclaimed

Indeed. It had grown from one to three.

"That is true," Alastor said picking up the two bowls, turning around, and walking toward the girl.

"Oh boy this looks delicious!" Charlie said as she was handed a bowl, quickly grabbing a spoon and digging in, then immediately spit it out, "Ow! Ow! Hot! Hoooooot!"

Alastor chuckled as he took a seat next to her, "I just finished making it my dear, it needs to cool off."

Charlie just let out a whine in response.

"Well, either way." Alastor said grabbing his own spoon, "While Husk and Niffty are great additions to the team, they don't really handle the paperwork side of things."

"Yeah," Charlie said rubbing her cheek, "But that's usually no big deal. Me and Vaggie handle it just fine."

Alastor had to stop himself from scoffing. He had no idea how Charlie usually handled that side of the hotel business but based on what he saw, it seemed like Vaggie was the one doing all the work.

"I see," He said rather reluctantly, "Though if this hotel continues to grow as you want it to, then you'll need someone else on the management staff."

Charlie thought immediately stirring her gumbo as she waited for it to cool, "You do have a point, but not many demons are willing to work for free. And I would have to host interviews for that, seems like a lot of work. Especially for a small business,"

"Would you believe me if I said I know the perfect person for the job?" Alastor hummed taking a bite of the gumbo.

"How the hell did you do that? It's still so hot," Charlie muttered, impressed before actually considering his words, "Well, I mean I don't want you to check in all your favors for this hotel, you've already helped us so much."

Alastor chuckled, "Oh. It won't be cashing in a favor, in fact, you already know him and he be happy to work for free." His grin widened as he continued, "I'll give you a few hints. He's tall, handsome, funny, a great dancer, and knows how to make some pretty damn gumbo."

Charlie was finally able to try some gumbo, her that of pure delight when she tried it, "Better than yours?" Charlie joked, "But seriously, you think you can handle a management job?"

Alastor puffed out his chest, brushing something off his suit, "I use to handle stocks. I can assure you paperwork will be simple!"

"And the stock market crashed." Charlie giggled.

"Yes, but I didn't cause it." Alastor chuckled.

Charlie rolled her eyes, "That aside. There is a bit more to management jobs than just paperwork, plus I don't think you and Vaggie would really work that well together."

"But here's where this comes in." Alastor chuckled, "What if I don't work with Vaggie?"

Charlie's eyes widened, "You aren't suggesting I fire Vaggie are you?"

He quickly shook his head, "Oh no. I'm saying you promote Vaggie!"

Charlie blinked, "What?"

"Promote her and make me the manager." Alastor explained excitedly, "I won't be working with her, I'll be working for her!"

Charlie seemed hesitant about it, but slowly began to think about it, "Actually...that might work."

Alastor felt his grin widened. He could just see it now.

Charlie would tell Vaggie, she be so impressed, then he makes her some food and she eat it and enjoy it! Then he could ask her about her writings then he get to read them, maybe they exchange recipes and sing together! Oh, it all be so perfect-

"Hey what smells good?" A familiar annoying voice with an equally with an equally annoying face walked into the kitchen.

"Oh hey, angel!" Charlie greeted happily,

Way more than what Alastor could ever manage.

Angel greeted with a wave, before turning his attention to the pot of gumbo, "Oooh! Hey! Ya made some consommé!" He said excitedly grabbing a spoon and taking a huge mouthful, "Needs a bit of an extra kick." He was quickly opening a nearby cabinet

Instantly Alastor stood up, "Don't you touch me gumbo!" He screeched as he rushed over, "And don't you dare put that spoon into it! That spoon was just in your mouth! Have some decency man!"

Charlie laughed as he watched the two squabble.

"C'mon! You can't call this gumbo! It's not nearly as spicy!"

"I'm sorry I didn't dump a ton of meaningless spices into it! You need the flavor of the ingredients as well! Not just spice!"

"You can't have gumbo and not make it super spicy! It ain't right!"

"Like you would know! Take it from someone born and raised in Louisiana! No one needs that much spice!"

Charlie chuckled as the two were literally yanking back and forth with the spice bottle.

Charlie was laughing at the scene, it was just so goofy.

"I won't let you ruin my cooking!" Alastor screeched kicking him literally away from the spice bottle.

"I am improving your cooking!" Angel yelled as he stumbled onto the floor.

"Like you would know! You little no good d-"

"ANTONY ROGER ABRUZZO!" Vaggie screeched from upstairs and her angry footsteps followed.

Angel paled as he looked around, even Charlie looked concerned.

"Oh dear," Charlie chuckled nervously, "She used your full name."

Alastor found it hilarious as he saw Angel frozen and fear before frantically looking as if looking for a way to escape or a place to hide.

"Your real name is Antony?" Alastor asked tilting his head,

Angel only managed to briefly glare at Alastor before Vaggie burst in, spear in hand.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" She hissed charging toward him.

Angel quickly ran, barely giving Alastor a chance to jump out of the way as the two proceeded to run in circles around the table.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO NOT TOUCH MY MAKEUP!?" Vaggie yelled, "DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THAT SHIT IS!?"

"IN MY DEFENSE-" Angel managed to yell back, "YOU LEFT YOUR BEDROOM DOOR UNLOCKED!"

"YOU BROKE THE LOCK!" Vaggie screeched.

"Antony!" Alastor laughed, oh he was going to enjoy calling him that. "Breaking a lock is so stupid! It makes it so everyone knows of your crime!"

"Oh, now you're REALLY gonna get it, Angel!" Vaggie growled, "YOU'RE MAKING ME AGREE WITH ALASTOR!"

"HOW IS THAT MY FAULT!?" Angel called out helplessly.

Thankfully Charlie finally grabbed a hold of Vaggie and held her back,

"Vaggie, vaggie..." Charlie said softly, "Remember...redemption hotel, forgiveness," she said

Vaggie fought back but only a split second before calming down, though was still glaring at Angel Dust.

Finally, she sighed and looked over at Charlie, smiling at her. And she smiled back, before letting her go.

Those looks. Alastor couldn't help but wonder, there was clearly some emotion there. Yet, they were broken up.

Interesting.

"Now we'll handle Angel later." Charlie said once she saw Vaggie was calm, "But I, unfortunately, have some bad news."

Vaggie groaned, "What else did Angel do?"

"Why do you assume it's my fault!?" Angel exclaimed.

Charlie chuckled, "It has nothing to do with Angel," she took a dramatic pause, "I'm sorry to say but Vaggie, you're no longer the manager of the hotel!"

"WHAT!?" Vaggie exclaimed

"Ha!" Angel laughed and quickly dodged the spear flying toward him.

Vaggie immediately frowned, "But why?"

"Because you're our new executive!" Charlie exclaimed before hugging her.

Vaggie blinked, "Wait," she gently pushed Charlie away, "Wait, wait, I can't be the executive! The hotel will be without a manager!"

"Willllll it?" Charlie giggled before pointing to Alastor, "Vaggie, meet Al! The hotel's official manager!"

Alastor instantly perked up and his grin widened, but Vaggie didn't look happy, relieved or even impressed. He expected a handshake, a hug maybe, or at least a thank you,

But instead Vaggie sighed and simply said, "Oh no..."