[Sebstian returns to the common room cafeteria, carrying three big moving boxes full of food he's gathered from the few restaurants and shops left in the shopping district (not to worry; he paid for it all like the upstanding citizen he is).
Sure, the cafeteria is officially managed by the flying bunnies, but Sebastian still considers it partly his domain and he does what he wants with it. Which, right now, is using it for stocking up on food in case the snow gets worse.
...And of course he can't even prepare to keep the whole community alive in peace. Of course Lucifer has to be there.]
Good afternoon, sir. How surprising to see you down here. Have you not met up with the Detective yet?