[ all options sound pretty awful, especially when you take into account her absolute inability to do much more than boil water. too much effort. selina brings her drink back to her lips, downing the remainder of the glass in one quick go before she begins to hunting down another one of whatever fun cocktails she's been sipping on. tastes like alcohol, hasn't provided her with any fun surprises... seems like the safest bet for now. ]

I don't think Lucifer would be all too happy if I managed to burn down his kitchen, which... doesn't seem possible but somehow that just seems like my luck. [ she turns back toward him, giving him the full head-to-toe as she tries to assess a first impression. so far he's ruined those sliders for her, so i mean, it's not going great. ] Who needs food to soak up all the alcohol anyway?