Crowley and Dan
Dan just rolled his eyes. This guy was clearly fucking with him now. Then again, the guy was a demon. Dan glanced back round at the counter to see where Lacey was, and the black wings fluttered in the corner of his eye yet again.
Rubbing at his lower lip, he looked back round at Crowley. "If there was a French chef here, I'm sure we'd have a fantastic bistro. But we don't, we have Lacey who's more than good enough to cook great food for everyone when she doesn't even have to. If you want more food choices, I think you've just worked out what you could do here."