The suited stranger turned the newspaper's page in a nonchalant manner while the young woman did as he asked. The kitchen grew quiet as each of the demon hosts became aware of the stranger. Of course, the host of secrets was the first to sense him. 

Death looked on with a blank stare, gazing over more news of riots. This time the zoot suit riots. The newspaper folded lightly beneath his slender fingers as he pulled it closed and set it on the window seal. Standing from the creaky wooden chair, Death stepped through the suddenly quiet kitchen and over to where the burger fried. "Why thank you dear." He declared finally, breaking the silence, before the patty disappeared from the skillet and reappeared on a bun, sliced in half and sitting on a plate suddenly clasped in Death's right hand. Just as casually as he walked over, Death made his way back to the chair he was sitting in, which was now accompanied by a small circular table and one other chair.

Taking a seat and grabbing half of the lightly steaming burger, Death looked up toward Eliza expectantly. "Well...you [i]are[/i] hungry aren't you?" The chair opposite to him scraped across the floor, sliding a few feet out from the table. "Sit." Said Death firmly, taking a bite of his meal.