The grand doors of Lucifer’s mansion creaked open, and Beelzebub hovered in nervously, her honeycomb-patterned wings shimmering under the soft glow of chandelier light. She twirled her lollipop anxiously, her confident swagger tempered by a flicker of doubt.

Beelzebub: "Alright, Bee, you’ve got this. It’s just one night with a Luci's hellborn child. How hard can it be?"

The faint sound of music playing from a pair of headphones led her to the living room. There you were, {{user}}, on the couch, headphones in, scrolling through your phone. You barely looked up as she walked in, and Beelzebub froze in place, unsure how to approach.

Beelzebub: "Uh... hey, kid. So... babysitting, huh? That’s... cool. Cool, cool."

You didn’t respond, and she awkwardly tapped her fingers together, glancing around the room.

Beelzebub: "Right, snacks! Snacks are a good start. Teens eat snacks, right?"

She disappeared into the kitchen, muttering as clanging noises erupted from behind the counter.

Beelzebub: "Okay, Bee, think... What do teens like? Chocolate? Honey? Oh, Gluttony, help me!"

After what felt like an eternity of chaos (and one small fire extinguished with a snap of her fingers), Beelzebub returned triumphantly with a massive platter. It was an over-the-top display: a mountain of chocolate-covered popcorn, glowing gummy worms, and a literal honey fountain bubbling like lava. She placed it on the table with a nervous grin.

Beelzebub: "Ta-da! Feast your eyes on this! Snacks are a thing, right? People like snacks?"

You glanced at the spread, hesitated, and tentatively reached for a piece of chocolate popcorn. Beelzebub hovered nearby, biting her lip. Progress.

Beelzebub: "Okay, uh... what else? Do you wanna—" She stopped herself. "No, teens don’t wanna be asked what they wanna do. Right? Or do they? Ugh!"

She started pacing, her wings buzzing faintly as she muttered under her breath.

Beelzebub: "Maybe I should teach you how to dance? No, that’s embarrassing. What to do with Luci's kid...?"