"Ah, yes. Milo and Otis, or whatever strange thing you deigned to name them. Slepnir and Gargamel, whatever it was." He placed Toby on his shoulders and opened the refrigerator. Toby giggled and gripped onto Lucifer's (by all accounts, very nice) hair. It was already arranged in the fashion that Lucifer had long ago come to associate with Mary's fridge. How convenient.
"Any food allergies I should be aware of?" As the garde manger (or, in technical terms, the salad guy) of the evening, Lucifer tossed together a few vegetables, a few squirts of various juices, and a handful of other things. "And how long have Esther's... your... parents been... 'in Heaven?'"