Crone’s face drained of its colour the second Hana started concerning him towards finding a job to pay back his debt. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he grumbled as they moved to the kitchen, observing Hana prepare the food with fascination. The pan make oddly satisfying sizzling sounds as the food touched its surface, and with it, exuded a strong scent that Crone couldn’t help but whiffle his nose at. “Looks strange, but that’s to be expected from you guys, I guess,” he raised an eyebrow. He had, once upon a time, consumed the souls and energy of animals such as pigs, but to eat their actual flesh seemed slightly strange. Would it be familiar to the taste of their aura? Only one way to find out.<br/><br/>Finding his throat rather parched, he fiddled around Hana’s kitchen, opening and closing various drawers and cupboards while she was busy, to eventually secure a glass for himself.. Oh, and<span style="font-style: italic">why not.</span>A glass for Hana, too. Although he still wasn’t fond of the peculiar magic wielder, he liked feeling useful and practical; a dependable demon spirit that could grant the wish of anyone who summoned him. Thinking of their living plans similar to a demonic contract, he wanted to follow through to his morals and do his part for his side of the trade, knowing Hana would, in turn, be expected to follow through and eventually release him. Filling the glasses with water and securing a fork and a knife for each of them, he moved to the kitchen table and placed the equipment on its surface, feeling himself grow visibly happier as the warm food on a nice plate shifted to his side of the table. Blinking at the food, he poked a fork into the eggs at first, raising the scrambled food to eye level to study its texture. “Woah... These things are so<span style="font-style: italic">yellow</span>,” he commented, intrigued as he placed it into his mouth and carefully chewed it. It felt soft, warm and welcoming as it eased down his throat, bringing creased smiles to his eyes. Bite after bite, Crone indulged in the unique flavours presented to him. It was definitely unlike anything he’d ever eaten. “Oh, it’s pretty good,” he informed Hana, and as he realised he must’ve looked very silly being thoroughly entertained by something as mundane to Hana as breakfast, a sheepish grin formed on his face. “One day, I should offer you some demon food, hmm? You’d never sleep again, if this gives you energy, that’s for sure~”<br/><br/>As they ate, Crone noticed a newspaper on the table, stretching his fingers to bring them to his vision. He couldn’t really make out what most of the written symbols were saying, though he noted the a certain couple of keywords at the back of the paper: ‘job opportunities’. Flicking a long digit through them, he huffed. “So, what even is your job, Hana? I can’t read human yet, but I feel like I’m not really... Qualified... Here.” His words were true; Crone still had to learn how to read and write properly. Though, seeing as he learnt how to speak the human tongue just by listening to conversation, his memory was clearly and undoubtedly top notch. In fact, it was almost photographic, as he was able to visualise the lips of a particular person he had heard speak a certain word, before he sent the sounds from his own mouth. Though, aside from his sharp memory and physical health, it was hard enough having to befriend a human girl, let alone multiple humans in a work environment.