Ari is patrolling the streets of scenic Vancouver! Well, actually he's just going to visit Peter, but he's keeping an eye out for monsters along the way. It's a nice night, monsters like ruining that kind of thing. The streets are more or less deserted, it being 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Ari whistles cheerfully.
"Serah do a spidersilk pasta in many onion and olive oil and stuff! With chicken. Serah Mommy's best of friend."
"Ooh. Nice! Sally makes pasta sometimes. Sally cooks with miracles and rainbows and unicorn tears, I never have to summon takeout demons when she's around."
"Figure of speech, figure of speech. That's usually what I'm doing when I say something unusually weird."
"Unicorn go space plant party," says Pen. "Nice unicorn and shouldn't crying. Miracles rainbows also joking?"
"Yep. I mean, she does sometimes use potions to make it extra delicious, so I guess you could call those miracles, but it'd sound weird, it's just magic."
After five minutes have elapsed, Ari re-summons the delivery demon after placing a little baggie of pixie dust in the summoning circle. After some cursory slavering, the demon takes the payment and vanishes back Hellwards, leaving behind a sizable takeout container.
"Food! Food food food." Ari lays out the contents of the container on the dining room table. It contains a small pizza, quantities of pasta with various sauces and meats, and numerous molluscs. All of these are in warm ceramic serving dishes, and have clearly just been prepared.
"Huh, I think they got this from Actually Italy. Nice."
Ari lacks Pen's timidity. He lays into the food like a starving wolf who really likes Italian food. He makes sure not to eat more than half of any given thing in case Pen wants some, which isn't too hard considering the enormous amount of food. It's fairly gruesome, all told.
Pen is not alarmed by his table manners. Om nom nom. She tries all the things, then goes back for seconds of the best things.
A week goes by. Ari coaches Pen through Dragon Age (eventually downloading an anti-gore mod so she can play without feeling unpleasant things whenever Alistair crits and decapitates a bandit leader). He introduces her to more video games, because... he doesn't really have that many other hobbies. While she games, he works on enchanting a glamored hair comb for some old lady with large amounts of money. (At this rate it'll be ready in a month or so. He can deliver it ahead of schedule, she'll be thrilled.
He opens many doors. None lead to the nice bar. It's unfortunate. Not that he minds hosting Pen, or anything.
Pen mopes, occasionally, about not being able to go home. She sings. She plays his video games and eats his food and [shows him the brainphone] and goes flying when there is opportunity to do so and acquires pants to go with her shirts from the cobb and sleeps and reads.
And the door opens. "Ari, I'm- Oh! Hi. I'm Sally. You're... Pen?"
"Hi, yourself. So... you're from another universe? And you're an angel?"
"Mmhm." This is an admirably succinct description. "From Samaria."
"...And by Samaria you don't mean the Biblical region of Palestine, you mean another universe that inexplicably uses Judean naming customs?"
"...Samaria name of continent of planet also world," explains Pen. "Mommy naming world. Mommies doing that."
"Huh. Because we used to have a Samaria here too, a few thousand years ago. It wasn't a continent or a planet, just a little country. Why did your mommy name the world?"
"Because is a one Mommy," explains Pen. "They do naming worlds."
"...Oh. I do remember Ari saying something about your mother being all-powerful. And that she'd probably cure my allergies."