Lucifer just stared at the Doctor and wondered if the poor man - er - alien was having a mental break down. He had seen enough humans act like this when things were not quite right, but he never actually to deal with it with somebody that he knew or sorta knew. “Riiight.” He finished off his drink and ordered another.
The way the Doctor responded to the question had Lucifer wondering if what he was saying was true. Yeah, he seemed enthusiastic, but it seemed too over the top to be completely true. “I would be happy if we didn’t have to be force fed the same food for twenty-four hours.” That was just over kill and he liked variety. “That has to be a good thing. Even if they decide to leave. You can’t let the ones who leave ruin you. It’s not fair to the others who are still here.”
Just then the waitress arrived with the bubble drink that the Doctor had mentioned earlier. “Perfect.” He grabbed the drink, thanked the waitress, and then handed the Doctor the drink.