"... I was thinking something more... southern United States, to be fair. But if you're really wanting to go to Cannibal Town... I guess I can at least see what culinary dishes they've whipped up. I do not partake though."
"... What?"
"You've never had Gumbo?"
He's heading to the kitchen.
-He dismisses the thought with a wave though.
".... Down here at least it's Real, even if... some of you are a lot more chaotic than I wish. That is why I'm trying to help in a few areas now. Like all the violence in the streets, I have a fun alternative planned."
"Probably because they want you to follow 'god's plan' to the tee and any deviation is deemed unnecessary."
He hums a bit.
"They still blame me for every little wrong thing that happens. It's hilarious in a way. If only they looked at what's around them, they'd see the cracks in the society."-
Ah, the bartender is here.
"... You're in the hotel too?"
He shrugs a bit.
"... Well, I was thinking of going to get some Gumbo. But it's up to you."
"Then I should make some."
He's already working on manifesting the stuff needed, getting to work with a big pot.
