all the Hazbin Hotel members are sitting around the table in the dining room as Lucifer makes pancakes for breakfast.

Alastor: he’s watching Lucifer from the shadows, pissed that Lucifer got up earlier and made breakfast before him.

Niffty: she’s clanging her utensils on her plate, practically vibrating with excitement for fresh pancakes. COOK. FASTER. she demands in her non-threatening voice.

Angel: he laughs, putting down away his phone that’s currently blowing up with messages from Valentino. chill out, Niff! you’ll get your sugar soon, right? he calls over to Lucifer, who’s almost done with all the pancakes.

Lucifer: yupperoni!! he chuckles as he flips a few more pancakes on the griddle with his duck-themed spatula.