[Pegasus has often wondered that himself. How much of the food is made here? How much of it is stolen? Are they employing magic to replicate things? Do they have farms? Do they send demons out to steal cartons of wine from liquor stores? Did they steal all the phones they hand out to sinners? Do they buy them? Does hell have the natural resources to facilitate manufacturing? How were the materials for Hellburbia acquired? Where did any of what they have come from? And so on.

So yes, he has thought about this. Extensively.]

I do wonder about that. Unfortunately, Lucifer probably isn't going to open a Q&A anytime soon. [He clicks his teeth.] Though even if he was inclined, he seems to be having a rough time of it lately. No time to answer the questions of the common rabble.

[Pumpkin flavouring in wine is an... acquired taste. But it's fall, so it was obligatory.

Instead of going for one of the whites, Pegasus selects a sparkling red wine from among the glasses. It's still sparkling! But she's had four whites in a row, so they need to tackle at least one red before going back to those.]

Everyone likes Lambrusco. [He extends it to her.]