#((and also his struggle to decide what to order in the Beachside Summer event))

[azazelsconfessional]

Fave food(s)? Fave drink(s)?

"Pudding!" That was fast. His tail's even wagging. "In particular, Maria's special pudding.

"Ah, I suppose 'crème caramel' or 'flan' is a more specific term for it. Which isn't to say I don't enjoy other kinds of custard or pudding--there are, after all, so many kinds in different flavors.  Sweet, savory. . .it’s a wonder they’re considered in the same ‘family' of foods. . .ah, but crème caramel is my favorite pudding."

Ooh. . .now he wants pudding. . . .

"Excuse me a moment." He quickly makes his way to a door leading deeper into the church. When he opens the door, the sound of the giggles and chattering of children is clear from inside. Maria's voice can barely be heard above them. "Sister Maria!"

A brief pause. His voice doesn't sound urgent, nor is he yelling too loud, just enough so to get her attention. She must not be too far inside, nor does he want to upset the children by raising his voice.

"Do we have any pudding. . .?"

Another pause. He also greets the children who call out to him to say hello, calling him ‘Father,’ 'Father Azazel,' and 'Mister Goat.' (One or two say 'Papa'--they're confused, but they've got the spirit. And possibly no father of their own besides him.) After a moment, Azazel's tail begins to wag again and he goes through the door which creeps closed behind him.

Triumphantly, he returns with delicious flan--he has some to share, too, if you'd like!

"Ah, where was I?" Right, his favorite food. He puts a spoonful of the pudding in his mouth.

"If pudding doesn't count due to it being a dessert. . .hmm, I deeply enjoy food, so it’s hard to choose a favorite. But, perhaps surprising given goats are herbivores, I like meat. Venison has become more common in this Tokyo since the appearance of the Gates, and we have it now and then.  But I also like chicken.  And beef. . .and fish. . .this Tokyo has so many dishes made with fish thanks to the country being an island--and that’s only Japan. . . .

"I like pork, but we rarely have it due to some angels keeping dietary restrictions in the Scriptures. If we do, we keep it as separated as possible from other foods to prevent contamination and handle it with separate tools and utensils.  There are other ‘unclean’ foods as well--but I’ll eat them all.

"Noodles are versatile. . .as are sandwiches. Most soup isn’t very filling, but--oh.”  He comes back to his senses.  There isn’t even food in front of him, aside from the pudding he’s snacking on as he talks.  “Excuse me, I. . .lost control of myself somewhat. I apologize, but I don’t think I can decide on a favorite food. Admittedly, I can rarely even decide what to order from restaurants. . .this response was an unfortunate but inevitable outcome.

“I suppose I could say that my favorite food is anything that’s been cooked for me or for someone else. The love in such dishes is palpable. . .the more there is the better.  . . .By which I mean more food is better. But love as well.”

He tries to compose himself with another bite of pudding.  He looks blissful and almost childish.

"Beverages. . .I spent most of my early time bound to the human world in the desert. So I find cold water to be a welcome luxury anytime I have it, even now that freezers and taps exist. But otherwise I like warm drinks the most.

"And," He pulls a labelled bottle out of a nearby cabinet. "The communion wine."

A nearby angel quickly takes the bottle from him and puts it back while he laughs at the fretting winged one. "I'm only joking. There’s hardly even any alcohol in it! But I do like to do a little bit of drinking, especially when I'm out with Ahab."

He would drink more, but. . .well. Anti-sin chains keep him from doing things like easily drinking as much as the captain.