Necromancers Like Cherry Filled Danishes

The elevator stopped. Between floors. The doors remained firmly shut. Gregor groaned. He pushed the help button, but nothing happened.

"Are you here for the convention?" asked a smiling man in a lime green chef's uniform.

"No," growled Gregor.

"Seems we are going to be stuck here for a while!" The chef held out a hand to shake. "I'm Colby, like the cheese." His smile faded as Gregor didn't take it. Undaunted he asked, "And you are...?"

"Gregor."

"Gregor! It suits you!"

Gregor pushed the help button frantically, then sank to sit on the floor.

"Oh, good idea! No need to stand the whole night!" Chef sat beside him.

"This better not take the whole night!"

"You sound grumpy. Are you hungry?"

Gregor frowned, "I am a bit."

"I have a bit of fresh danish." Chef Colby pulled a cherry filled delight from his pocket. Gregor took it. "So, do you do any magic?"

"I'd show you but I'd have to kill you." Gregor coldly stared.

"Oh. I see. Is it hot in here or just me?" Chef scooted to the farthest corner.