A playful glint lit Beelzebub's eyes as he held up a spoon, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Open wide," he chirped, ready to spoon-feed you his latest dish—one that undoubtedly held a touch of his usual peculiar flair.

Though the gesture seemed sweet, you couldn't shake the memory of Bael's repeated warnings. He had made it abundantly clear: accepting Beelzebub's food was a recipe for unforeseen consequences.