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Dante/Trish -

56. Breakfast

"Uh, Trish…" Dante pointed at the remains of her breakfast: bowl left on the table with milk in the bottom, droplets and flakes spread everywhere (the result of her gobbling and inexperience with spoons).

"What, Dante?" Trish blinked at him, looking at the mess and back at him with no idea what the point was.

"Aren't you going to clean that up?"

She blinked at him. "That's what servant demons are for." She whistled. "Here, Cerberus!"

Cerberus was delighted with the unexpected treat, wolfing it down. Which was going to make it even harder to explain that wasn't the point.

57. Lunch

At least breakfast had forewarned him that it wouldn't be a good idea for Trish to eat in a restaurant. So he got hot dogs from a cart and they ate them in a pretty park.

Or, he ate. Trish? Swallowed. Like snakes did. Had she even unhinged her jaw? He watched as she did it again.

And there went the third one. She caught him watching her. "What?"

"Trish, usually you chew your food before you swallow."

"Why?"

"So you don't choke on it."

"I won't choke." She looked back to the sky.

"Trish, that's not the point." Okay…

58. Dinner

Dante was having a very serious case of reverse déjà vu, although in his memories his mother had been the one standing here and being firm and he had been the one in the chair proclaiming that it made absolutely no difference if the inside or outside fork was used, or even if hands were used to eat.

And that the salad was rabbit food and was not going to be eaten period, let alone with the proper fork.

Although he hadn't dared suggest that his mother stick the fork in question where the sun didn't shine. That was Trish.

59. Food

"Trish, leave that alone." Dante grimaced. Ew.

Trish looked up from the Blade carcass she had been tearing a strip from. "But there's good meat on these things." She blinked. "You mean you're just going to let it disintegrate? There are starving spawn in the lower levels," she admonished him.

"Trish, it's not about making sense. It's about acting human. And humans don't eat demons."

"Why not? We eat them." It was only fair.

"Uh, we don't. And don't talk about eating humans."

"I wouldn't eat them."

Phew.

"All the humans I've seen have been too fat to eat." Ew.

60. Drink

Alcohol was, in reality, half-digested sugar. Just like cellulose, the building material of plant cells, was actually a sugar. Humans couldn't digest them. A hungry demon, however, could and would eat anything containing energy: for instance, Ifrit had a taste for coal.

It was just… weird, to see the seemingly-human Trish chugging down a quart of oil and proclaiming that it tasted even better than soda.

"Hey, stop that! That's for my motorcycle!" Dante snatched it away.

"You mean the one you shot up?"

"That's not the point!" He was wondering if he was the one turning into his Mom.