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Yet again, Moxxie's plans had been interfered with. Instead of spending part of his break enjoying reading Alloces' History of the Second Crusade Against Heaven while his love fetched sandwiches from across the street, he had been hustled into I.M.P.'s break room. From his seat at the warped, second-hand table, Moxxie looked doubtfully at the bowl that had been slapped in front of him. A thick, steaming, liquid was being poured into it from a thermos. The hand doing the pouring was attached to his boss, who was smiling pleasantly, which Moxxie found a touch disturbing.
"There you go," Blitzø said as he shook the last drops out. "Get a load of that into your pie-hole." He forced a spoon in Moxxie's claws.
"Uh, Sir? May I ask what this?" He cautiously poked the substance in front of him with the utensil.
"Why, yes you can, my dear Mox. I have teaching myself the art of haute cuisine and knew you were the perfect demon to try my soup du joor." Blitzo make a theatrical gesture presenting the meal.
Moxxie perked up. "You've been reading the cookbooks I got you for Krampus?"
"Cover to cover! They inspired to experiment and make something totally new! Come on, Moxxie, try it!"
Still sporting a surprised smile, the smaller imp took a small spoonful, blew on it, and sipped. His eyes widened.
A beaming Blitzo asked, "So do you like it?"
"It's great, Sir! What's in it?" He tasted a larger spoonful.
"You really like it, huh?"
"Yes, I really like it!" Moxxie started steadily feeding soup into his mouth with appreciative sounds.
Unheard by Moxxie, Loona wandered though the break-room doorway clutching a Buster Burger bag and soda. Her eyes took in the scene in front of her and her expression went from bored to horrified in an instant. As she silently backed out of the room, her gaze locked on her stepfather's, whose grin widened.
"Have some more!" Blitzo encouraged after the hell-hound disappeared.
Still enjoying his meal, Moxxie again asked, "I need to make this for Millie. What is in it?"
"Now you really do like it, don't ya?"
"Yes, I really like it! What's in it, Sir?" He implored.
"Have some more, and I'll tell you what's in it."
Instinct finally kicking in, Moxxie looked up at his employer as the latest spoonful entered his mouth.
Blitzo beamed. "I made it with my very own