When Kitty settled down she realized she was still holding Elias's hand, and half reluctantly she slipped it out of his, her anger with him had lessened considerably. But she was cranky, she hadn't been feeding as much as she should again, and she had also forgotten to bring blood bags on board the ship in her anger at Elias. She didn't feel weak yet, but she did feel a little antsy and irritated. It would take two or three days to get to Earth, she could last that long without getting weak, maybe, but she probably wouldn't be the most pleasant person. 

Kitty began walking away from Elias, rubbing her forehead and grumbling in Danish under her breath, the language spell had worn off on Elias so he probably couldn't understand what she was grumbling. The automated bar wasn't far off from the room they were already in, so she started heading that way, her hand shaking a little. When she got there she undid her thigh sheaths, took off the gun holster, took off the sword sheath, and took off her coat, putting all of this on a chair as she stretched her arms above her head. 

Going around the bar she started rummaging around among the drinks, shouting from behind the bar. "Elias! You want a drink?" Kitty might not be able to cook, but she could whip up some mean drinks. Elias had had a rough day, some light alcohol could probably do him some good.

Elias sat on the bridge for a few more moments, trying to catch his breath and cool off in his relatively heavy wizard robes. He had tried to be dramatic an all in wearing them, but they only ended up proving to be a hindrance rather than a fashion statement. Besides, the battle from not even a few minutes earlier had been a frightful one. The Asmodians were highly resistant to magics and their power had once spanned entire galaxies. He'd need a hell of a lot more firepower to take down Asmodians. In fact, Elias had been lucky enough that he had thought to retreat into the temple.

After feeling comfortable that no one was chasing them any more, Elias went back to follow Kitty. He checked to make sure a few important items were still in his bag before walking down the hall to the first place he would expect kitty to go.

"You've started drinking already," Elias questioned Kitty as he entered the bar, "Every day you continue to surprise me." The wizard removed his bag and sword. Placing them with his staff at the edge of the bar near the door. His eyes flicked over Kitty's generous form before sitting down next to her. "Either way, give me something too. This is gonna be a long trip."

Kitty popped up from behind the bar, but kept bending back down to pick up bottles and put them on the counter along with six shot glasses. She put 2 oz. of DeKuyper's Buttershots liquor in one shot, then an ounce of irish cream on top, sliding it over to Elias. "Buttery Nipple." In another shot glass she poured one ounce of Kahlua, one ounce of Bailey's Irish Cream, then put some whipped cream on top. She slid that over to Elias too, a slight amused smirk was on her face. "Blow job." In the third shot she poured in one ounce of cranberry juice, 1/2 ounce peach schnapps, and 3/4 ounce Jagermeister. When she slid that over to Elias, she looked like she was trying to smother a laugh. "Red...Red headed slut." 

For hers she didn't bother to announce her drink names, she was just teasing Elias. But hers were all varying shades of dark red, she may have been projecting her want for blood, and she frowned at the colors. But she shrugged and snagged one of hers, downing it, then the second, then the third. The drinks stained her lips red, she licked them and let out a sigh. "Good, but..."

Needless to say, the three shots Kitty produced to ridiculous. A part of Elias wanted to say Kitty came up with the names right then and there, but something else told him otherwise. There wasn't any way Kitty would have been able to come up with a name such as red headed slut.

"Well," Elias started, color began rising in his cheeks, "Those are certainly... Unique names." He covered his blush by slamming the buttery nipple first, silently hoping that's not what it actually tasted like. "I really hope these are nothing like the real thing." Color rose through Elias' cheeks as he downed the blowjob and hiccuped, "Though the real thing does sound nice." He finished off with the redheaded slut. "Maybe except for that last one."

"Cute." She remarked with a laugh, her hand reached out to pinch his red cheeks. "You know, you're adorable when you blush." She chuckled again, her fingertips trailing down his face then slowly down the side of his neck. His pulse throbbed under her fingertips and she swiftly removed them, turning and grabbing the can of whipped cream. Tilting her head back she positioned the nozzle over her mouth, then pushed it with her finger to fill her mouth with whipped cream, when she had she put the can down and swallowed it. 

Kitty tilted her head to the side as she thought about Elias's statement, "Maybe if you play your cards right." There was a slight smirk on her face and teasing glimmer in her eye as she grabbed one of the liquor bottles, starting to drink straight from it while looking him in the eye. Her eyes darted to his neck for a second then back to the liquor. She accidentally finished the bottle and felt a slight buzz, letting out a hiccup. "I love vanilla liquor...I've always had such a sweet tooth."

"Perhaps," Elias replied to Kitty's card comment. He placed the final shot glass on the counter. "Though we really shouldn't do it only when we're drunk." He made a move to try and stop Kitty from downing another bottle of liquor, but she had already finished it before anything could be done. The wizard hastily climbed over the bar and joined Kitty on the other side, wrapping his arms around her belly and tried to think of something that would get her away from the bottom of a glass.
"Let me show you how to cook," He said, releasing his grip around kitty and slipping his fingers through hers, "It's more fun than drinking." Elias had firsthand experience with how awful Kitty's cooking was. It had mostly consisted of fire alarms and sickening amounts of smoke, which also made Elias wonder how Kitty had been able to stay in such incredible shape for over fifteen-hundred years. Pizza and blood hardly sounded like a decent diet.

Elias quickly drifted towards the kitchen with Kitty in tow and quickly checked the stocks of food, making note of everything in storage, which was a generous amount and variety given the size of the ship. Perhaps it was just perks of living in a royal castle.

"I can work with this," Elias muttered to himself, he then turned to Kitty, "What kind of food sounds good to you?"

"I can sustain myself on blood just fine, but alright." Kitty grumbled, the effects of the light buzz had sonce worn off. Moonshine was one of the few things that could keep her consistently drunk. Kitty looked to Elias, tilting her head to the side with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Why not start with something easy like muffins?" Kitty had a huge sweet tooth. She leaned against the counter, looking to Elias to start the 'lesson'  .

"That's baking, not cooking," Elias replied flatly as he sifted through the elaborate wooden cabinets lining the kitchen for the ingredients he would need. He organized them neatly on a large dark oak counter positioned in the center alongside a handful of measuring cups, bowls, paper liner, a muffin tin, and a handful of other baking tools. He ran over whatever steps he could recall in his head and started heating one of few metal ovens. Four-hundred degrees sounded reasonable. 

"So this stuff is pretty straightforward," Elias said as he wrote a sheet of simple instructions for baking chocolate muffins, "Just follow the instructions. Start by mixing these," He pointed towards the ingredients in question, "Make sure it's really smooth, then pour it in the paper liner," He placed six of the liners in a muffin tin, "You finish by putting it in the oven for forty minutes." He silently watched Kitty as she worked.

She went through the steps slowly, seemingly correct as well, and put them in the oven. While they waited she hopped up on the counter, there was a twinge of something in her chest but she shoved it down, looking to Elias curiously. "Alright so what do you want to do while we wait?" Kitty leaned back on the counter, putting a hand out and letting a small fireball grow in her palm. She threw it up in the air, then smacked it back up again when it came back down. Almost like she was playing paddle ball with the fire ball, a bored expression was on her face.

Elias watched Kitty carefully follow the instructions he had written up. Admittedly, they were't terribly great. Though he'd also written them up on the fly. A win was a win he supposed.

"Yeah I hadn't thought about that," Elias replied to Kitty, "I don't normally bake sweets." He jumped and sat on the counter next to kitty, "I guess we could kiss or something." He muttered as he laid out and stared at the ceiling. Reading hardly seemed interesting at the moment, and forty minutes was definitely a long time.

Kitty raised an eyebrow at Elias's suggestion, a slight amused grin curled on Kitty's lips. "You're really a dork you know that?" But still she turned her head in Elias's direction, putting a finger under his chin to tilt his head up. Her lips pressed gently but firmly against Elias's, the hand under his chin moving to lay on his cheek. She kept up the kiss until she needed air, drawing back slightly so she could breathe, then her lips descended back down on his.

Elias hadn't actually expected Kitty to descent upon him after his comment. He barely reacted in surprise as Kitty's lips moved against his own and he slipped off the table once they were finished, his face beet red.

"Yeah, uh, just wait 'till the timer's done," He said as he dashed out the door, grabbing his gear at the bar before darting inside his room and locking the door.

[Exit]

Kitty let out a sigh, a slight frown on her face as she watched Elias run. There were some downsides to him being so flustered around her. Then she looked to the oven, "screw this." Kitty hopped off the counter and opened the oven, grabbing the tray with her bare hands without any issue. "400 right?" She muttered to herself, looking down at the still battery muffins.

Fire curled around Kitty's hands as she began to heat the tray, but she was doing it too quickly. Before she knew it, the muffin batter was bubbling and exploded all over her face with a loud pop. "I hate baking."