Rowi was in the kitchen, whistling happily as he served up food faster than the eye could follow. He's an accomplished chef: he's quick on his feet, he's quick with recipes and he's never burned a single piece of food his entire life. Everything he's made is cooked or prepared to perfection: salads, breads, meats, pastas, pastries... Anything and everything one could think of, Rowi could make. He even made fried frog legs. But that was only once, and he threw up many a day afterwards.<br/><br/>But now, he was in his element, cooking for anyone who wished for food. If they wanted drinks, Rowi could be the bartender: he's served and mixed drinks for many years now (Hell has no legal drinking age after all). But so far, no one has asked to eat the chef. Would he even accept being devoured when asked? No one knows... But at least he's out and moving now. Wave hi, order something from him, talk him up... It doesn't matter. He's available and ready for whatever duties one has for him!