The Crusaders owned the halfway house. Correction --they owned many halfway houses around the city (and country for that matter). And just like most of the other Elder Prists, Andrei enjoyed visiting them, serving the people dinner, ministering to them whenever possible, and generally trying to bring the good of the One True God into their lives.
That evening he already had the workers laughing and carrying on as they prepared the meal.. a delicious combination of spaghetti with enormous meatballs, garlic bread, salad, and three different kinds of cake (red velvet, chocolate, and strawberry with cream cheese icing). He had thrown noodles at the wall to test their done-ness, he had stirred the sauce (helping to make it from scratch), he had buttered the bread and tossed the salad, shaped and cooked the meatballs.. and all the while, his smile was infectious, and it helped to energize the room.
The counselor immediately glared at Zeus with the curses, but Andrei simply chuckled. He strangely wasn't surprised to see the other there. "I'm serving you dinner," he said calmly, adjusting the plain black apron that covered his Macy's-bought collared shirt and jeans. "Say when." And with that, he began heaping pasta onto a plate in front of the man who he once again felt so drawn to.