[Yes yes, very good, just as planned, hon hon etc. Lobelia hums, quite satisfied with himself, and moves to quickly snatch Vergilius' hand before he can pull it out of the danger zone.]

I'm glad you understand! Well then, why don't we get something to eat? Delay too long and there will be nothing left for you.

[A certain black hole is going to sweep through here eventually and eat every dish + the table, probably, so there's no time like the present.]