"Sure." He scoffed while holding his nose. "Even though I retired from this, I might as well help. Maybe nab a nicknack or two for the 'Third Vixen'."
Barry cleared his throat. ''I'm currently investigating about the disparition of a girl. Most think she's dead, and the case has been dropped. If this could be related to her, of course i'll help. And if it shows up that she has nothing to do with the case, at least i would've helped someone. I'm in.'' She looked at Ria, still outside. ''Come in, we won't bite! Necrox, i understand her presence here wasn't expected, but i'd rather like if she sticked around. Looks like she could be of some help, judging the performance she gave us back there. And by help, i of course mean making the food. I'm starving.''
"Sorry about the smell. It'll be gone once we head upstairs." Necrox apologized. He pulled a level on the wall and a part of the wall lowered, forming a staircase.
"Oh!" said Ria, jumping back a little. She stared at it a while, and then turned to face the group. "You guys are hungry, then?" asked Ria, responding to Barry's comment.
Barry grinned. ''It was a joke, Ria. I can cook, really. Unless you want a chef-challenge, i'll be the one to prepare tonight's feast.'' He looked at the stairway, raising an eyebrow, then smiled. ''You know, Necrox, maybe Stan was right. Maybe this is a plan to get us all in a trap, so you can feed on us, and Ria is there to cook our corpses.''
"No, no. You are my guests. I'll cook." Necrox said. "If you all are hungry, what are you in the mood for?" he asked. "We'll talk after food."
"Well... I could go for some rabbit stew..." Stanford said, patting his stomach. "Haven't had any since I was in the forces... Might be able to grab a couple of drinks at the pub afterwords..."
Barry looked down at his feets, still smiling. ''Alright, if you want to cook in your own home, i can't say anything against that. But, once we enter a forest, i'll be the one cooking on the campfire.'' With that, he approached the stairs. ''Anyways, let's get up there. I don't like being in a small room with dead animals for more than five minutes.''
"So can I! And you're my guest!" Necrox said, grabbing meant off of a meat hook and rushing into the kitchen. "Now, go upstairs. I'll be right up with food!"
"Sweet. I was going to bluff and threaten to cook ya, anyways." Necrox says, peeking out of the kitchen. A few minutes later, he exited the kitchen and made his way upstairs, carrying trays and bowls of food. "Food's done!" he called.
Barry looked at the food, his eyes widening. ''Well, you sure cook faster than me. And this stuff looks good, too!''
Stanford sniffed the smell coming from the food. "Nice change of smell from oil and skunk bombs. You have this pre-cooked or something?"
"Nope. Baked it all myself." he said smiling, he served his guests and sat down at a table. "I mean, who even thinks on an empty stomach." Necrox said.
Stanford took a seat at the table, continuing to smell at the food. "So what is for dinner tonight, dear chef?"
"Deer are tasty. I am not." Necrox said. "Well, either way. Steaks and salads. Not sure on which creatures I made the steaks out of, though. Dig in."
