Cleo literally laughs at the comment. “You thought the kid stew was goat meat? How hilarious! At demon restaurants, we’re much more devilish!” Cleo slaps her knee as if she had just heard a hilarious joke, laughing for a moment. “Anyways, it’s true, we usually have goat on the menu instead, but the manager decided to pull a stupid prank. Not saying I wouldn’t have thought of it myself, but I wouldn’t have actually executed it. I’ll get you a proper soup.” And with that, the halfdemon walks away.
“Waiter, what is a halo doing in my soup?” She pokes the halo with her fork, the glowing circle being clearly not something that should be at a restaurant Cleo would be able to dine at.