He's not happy, as he sketches out the signs and sigils. He generally isn't, these days.
He ran out of better options with the last of the cows.
He finishes the circle.
He's not happy, as he sketches out the signs and sigils. He generally isn't, these days.
He ran out of better options with the last of the cows.
He finishes the circle.
The Scrubba™ is through with the tub now, so it can be full of salmon and pesto on one side and roasted broccoli and rice pilaf on the other. Wilbur can have some too.
"Future food is so good," Lucy sighs later, after the tub has been rendered into a state where the cleaner robots can have at it.
"That's not especially futuristic. Well, boneless salmon is, but if you got somebody to really carefully filet enough salmon."
"I guess maybe I don't know what's from the future and what's just not something I remember from when I was little enough to eat normal food without a demon being involved."
"If you want something more genuinely futuristic next time I can arrange weird edible chemistry experiments and fusion cuisine, but my food preferences were formed only about seventy years later than you guys in a lower middle class environment. I guess I'm acquainted with more foreign food than you'd be likely to have run into, Chinese takeout probably isn't a thing yet here."
"Well, humans can summon daeva and be like 'hey, make me a sandwich', so not strictly, but the habits are different."
"I can make whatever end product I have in mind any time. For a human it's more efficient to call in a demon to fill a warehouse with an ingredient, then sell it to people who will cook it conventionally, so some weird stuff only appears in high end restaurants."
"We can, but it's not the culinary frontier you might imagine. Most things that would poison humans don't taste that good."
"I don't know if they still do but when I was small enough to fit through doors I used to go run around outside at night when Mother and Grandfather were sleeping and I ate lots of things that Mother freaked out when she found out about. Especially the mushrooms."
"I'm sure there are demons - and angels and maybe even particularly determined fairies - who play around with eating poison as a hobby, and I've tried antifreeze once myself, and like literally everything someone could be interested in there are probably surprising depths to the pastime. The standard demon eatery has mostly food a regular human could eat though."
"Oh good. Here, have dessert." He can make a little ice platform for a big cheesecake in her foodtub so it doesn't touch the salmon residue, which the Scrubba™ hasn't gotten to yet.
And he picks up his research on how they will be retrieving the late Mr. Franklin again.