Husk briefly sticks a middle finger at Alastor. Fuck your cooking, he's got a new chef. And probably cooks better jambalaya than you do. This is what you get for always calling Husk a pet.

Jerk.

"Alastor gave me the idea of startin' a casino here. Told me about the lack of currency. For the time bein', dealin' in favors seems like the best type of thing to use as bettin' material. I might look into that crystal thing, but... eh."