She checks a scheduling app on her tablet and has a date and location. "I don't remember what it was called, though."

"Either question suffices." Seafood plate.

"Ooooh." Smile. 

"It's pretty handy."

"It seems it. Can everyone do that, where you're from?"

"Everyone where I live when I'm at home."

"It seems like that'd produce a fascinating society. What do people get up to when they don't need to work to live?"

"Art. Obsessive neighborhood association regulations. Research and writing and analysis. Flying around. Breeding exotic animals. Physics experiments. Social drama."

"Oooohh. Children? Or does your species do that differently?"

"My species can't have children."

"Do you want to?"

"Some people do."

"Amentans would not make that trade. Infinite abundance for infertility, I mean."

"I get that impression."

"I can say it pretty confidently, blue credits cost more than a luxury apartment two blocks from where you work and a full time personal staff of eight and six vacations a year to anywhere you might want to go and I don't know anyone who had that kind of money and decided not to have the kid."

"Wow."

"What are the other species you've encountered?"

"I'm a demon. There's also humans, angels, fairies, Elves, orcs, Dwarves, Maiar, and Valar. Maiar and Valar might be the same thing."

"Is there a guide we should read?"

"There is not."

She eats her seafood, quietly.

He resumes his reading. It's on his computer, which is a bit fancier than pocket everythings what with the being controlled by his mind.

He seems kind of touchy and apparently blew up a planet, she's not going to interrupt. She thanks him for the lunch when she's finished.

"Anytime."

"Is there a good time to talk more?"