"How Nightmare Demon met his GF
Demon:MORTAL, you are a lucky one, I HAVE CHOSEN YOU TO BE MY DINNER FOR THIS EVENING, BEG IF YOU WANT BUT I'M TAKING YOUR SOUL AND BODY
Tiny GF:Oh, you're hungry? Well I just ate dinner by myself but I am making dessert.
Demon:Well I think you missed the point but-
Demon:I smell sweets
Tiny GF:They're fudge brownies, I usually eat them by myself but-
Demon:I'll help you in fact I can help you eat whatever you're making how long can I stay?" -- Gallifreya
Callie considered the large, imposing figure in front of her. Nanna had always said her cooking could cause Angels to fall, but this was the first time she'd had anything close actually happen. "Well," she allowed, "If you don't catch my crochet on fire, I guess you can stay as long as you like."
The demon quenched his fires. "Whoops. It's an appearance thing. Intimidate my -uh- victims." His speech ended in a mumble.
Either it was because he was now aware that he was talking to his former meal, or because Callie had just laid a fresh batch of Brownies right in front of him. It was hard to tell.
But wasn't he pretty when he was flustered?
Callie let him have a corner piece with ice cream and spray cream, and sat opposite him with her own bowl. Watched his face with delight as he practically melted.
"Good?" she said.
"I don't- I can't- there's never--" he made an inchoate garble and then fell to the floor, inching his way around to her on his knees. "TELL ME YOUR DARK SECRETS! I WOULD TRADE AWAY MY EXISTENCE FOR THE KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR POWERS!"
Well. If she ever saw Nanna again, she could tell her that her cooking could also make demons reform.
It would be two weeks before Callie and Nilhomet ("Call me Niles") began their own bakery. And they cheated, of course, by using his hellfire instead of paying for a gas or electric bill. And the Devils' Food Cake was to die for.