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.
"Demons are indestructible and live in total anarchy and new adults with full-fledged demon powers appear now and then."
"Could demons make fish-people babies? I don't know if fish-people lay eggs," she says, suddenly concerned.
"...that's worrying, yeah, if they lay eggs demons can probably make them." He attempts a plasticized egg.
"Congratulations. I'm gonna have something to eat, you guys hungry?"
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."