[Looks at Sopmod's entire design and outfit, she may as well be screaming chuu2 from the rooftops or at least cyberpunk something, this is sci-fi🤝fantasy solidarity-- Belphegor blinks when he hears the clap of her hands, looking back at her quizzically from where he was also staring longingly after the kitchenbot.

Unlike a lot of people he doesn't bother to expend the energy to try and get into the kitchen; he's a picky eater but it's not actually all that easy to mess up a demon's stomach, though he may be riding on hubris here. Still.]

Uh. Nothing ventured, nothing gained? [there's some rather worrying clanking noises coming from the kitchen now, but surely that's also nothing out of the ordinary] It's not that complicated, so it should still come out as food...

[.... shouldn't it?]