Ariel notices this before long, and educates the demons in the use of silverware.

"There's a lot of complicated reasons. Food specifically? Because we've had a really long time without any major, life-shaking wars in which to specialize heavily in food production and preparation."

Okay, silverware isn't that hard to learn and they can definitely exercise self-control. Or at least, Herod can and then he can feed Gav while the later is sitting on his own hands.

"Huh, I guess I should've guessed that one, just by knowing how things are in Tartarus and then reversing." And that's too long without taking a bite. Nom. "How abnormal is this food selection compared to the rest of the world? I don't think our Emperors eat this well."

"Better than most places. Whateley has some actual gourmet chefs on staff. They don't do most of the cooking, but everybody in the kitchens is at least competent, and the ingredients are high quality. But it's not super out of the ordinary - a meal in a restaurant with reasonable portions of stuff like this would run a day laborer about two or three hours' wage."

Herod makes some mental calculations. "Okay, our emperors likely still eat better, but they still pay a lot more and need magic. Very impressive."

"And more importantly. It means that now we can eat tons. Too bad that Morty is straight, because I am sure feel like thanking him for contributing to me eating this pie." Nom.

"I honestly don't know if this is you being you or if this is the pie being that good."

"The pie's pretty fuckin' good," Ariel says around a mouthful of her own pie.

There is a couple of mouthfuls of agreement from the other side of the table.

After they are a bit fuller. "Can we take back the food to our door? I wasn't sure and I can keep it edible."

"...Should be fine this time. Don't make a habit of it, though. You don't need to, food's not going to be scarce here."

Slow nod. "I am sure Gav can eat some more and use his regeneration to burn the excess. So it isn't an intractable amount of food. If it helps, it isn't food hoarding because we are afraid. Just an ingrained habit."

"Well, you'll have time to work on it."

Gavriel frees one of his hands to pat Herod on the head. "Don't be a downer. Let's focus on the future and all the fun stuff there is ahead of us."

"Agreed!"

Ariel finishes her meal quickly. "Back to our respective dorms, then?"

The demons finish the last bite of things that are not easily transportable and pack their things.

"Yes, then."

"See you around, then." Ariel flies her tray over to the return, then flies off.

"See ya."

They mimic what the other students are doing and leave the tray and carry the food in their arms, pretending they're eating along the way.

The two are full enough that they don't have any plans to do anything else for the day. Just get to their room, strip off and throw themselves on the bed.

Nothing stands in their way.

Then they snuggle up and sleep.

They wake up hours before dawn. The bed is so comfortable that's easy to remember that they are in a new world. It's a good time as any to figure out how bathrooms and showers work here.

The answer: very, very well.

There's a telepathic interface to control the temperature, omnidirectional water jets, and various other ridiculous amenities. A small plaque in the bathroom reads SHOWER DESIGN + INSTALLATION BY HYDROFLUX. THIS BATHROOM COST MORE THAN A SMALL HOUSE.

It's objectively very impressive, but after the crystal hall they are able not to gap and stare.

Also, having the shower by themselves is very fun. Not even just in the lewd way. They get themselves squeaky clean and their horns polished.

They take their time brushing teeth and shaving. Herod is actually using Gavriel as a test subject for the shaving cream and razor, but Herod is good with a blade.

No one told them anything about putting on towels or bathrobes after leaving the shower area.

A boy walks in with a towel around his waist, notices the naked demons, and groans. He covers his eyes, but his curiosity soon overcomes his embarrassment, and he peers at them closely.

"Are you guys... new?"

"Literally arrived yesterday."

Herod turns to face the newcomer, putting the razor down. "Yes? Uh, is there a problem?"