*Crack, sizzle, POP!*
You hesitate, standing by the open door to the kitchen, and are greeted by a flood of acrid green smoke from within. Just as you are turning to leave, you hear someone call from within.
."Don't leave! You just got here!" the voice shouts over the noise of the kitchen. You look back and see the hazy outline of a Zafara waving you inside. Well, you don't want to be rude, do you? Sighing, you plug your nose, squint your eyes, brace yourself against the heat, and walk through the door.
."Oh I'm so glad you stayed," beams the Zafara, "My next dish is just about done! My name is Alonso_Q, but you can just call me Alonso." He reaches out to shake your hand, dropping the asparagus he had been holding as he does so.
."I do hope you came hungry, I'm making my soon-to-be world famous chocolate fish" he says, pumping your arm like a butter churn.
Finally releasing his grip on your hand, he turns around and walks over to the oven. When he opens the door, the smell of chocolate mixing with the fish smell almost makes you gag. Being polite is one thing, but you get the feeling that trying any of this crazy zafara's food could be life-threatening. While his back is turned you ease closer to the door before bolting through it and sprinting out of the house.
."And... Voila! Here, try some, I made plenty." Alonso says, turning around. "Huh, I guess he had to be somewhere. Oh well, more for us. HEY EVERYONE! DINNER TIME!"
(ugh, well I guess I'd better get down there. I love Alonso to death, but sometimes I wish I'd never let him read those alien aisha recipe books.)