Balance Is Power

(Daily Chat - Day 274 #2 - The Fantastic Three - How To Eat Pickles)

"Frankly, I would rather have found out through this conversation they were having directly in front of me they were trying to poison me. Do I really need to thoroughly inspect all of my food now, even Barbatos's cooking!?

"I'm not going to eat the pickles, Barbatos! Even if you sneak them into my food! Can't a King be picky with one food in the privacy of his own home!?" Diavolo probably looks angry to anyone who hasn’t seen him making the huffy, pouty face before.  As it is, to someone experienced, he most likely looks like he’s pouting and quietly throwing a Brat Prince Tantrum©.

“Hello, everyone! I hope you’re all doing well! Rest assured I’m still here, still taking questions, and I’m doing alright myself.  There are a few longer-form things I wanted to respond to before I took care of shorter responses(I wonder if this seems backwards to most people? That’s always how I learned to do things) and I’ve been trying not to rush them lest I somehow mistake them for paperwork. But I’m almost done with one!

“On the upside, Solomon’s taking care of something for me.  On the downside it’s not the end of anything--quite the opposite, I imagine--and I’ll have to talk to Simeon, and Simeon and Solomon will probably want me to talk to Michael and. . . .”

Diavolo heaves a sigh and shakes his head returning to his paperwork.

He’s muttering in some demonic tongue, occasionally stopping to focus himself, returning to reading a document, only to start again as if plagued by a mess of thoughts and plans.

“If we’re friends, I’d like that a lot!  Although, I admit you might have problems with Lucifer and some others.”

Lucifer doesn’t like when people drop the ‘Lord’ from his title let alone call him anything else.

“If you insist on taking care of it yourself, then that’s alright.” ‘It’ being the infestation but, in theory, he’s pretty sure the infestation is a singular rat that Barbatos happened to catch sight of in a cabinet.  He didn’t say anything about it earlier, after all.  Besides they live in a multi-million year old castle, there’s going to be rodents.  It bothers Barbatos far more than it bothers Diavolo, but he won’t stop him from maintaining order--it’s kind of his job after all.  (And he’s never gonna complain about more cake.)  “I don’t mind a little lateness, so there’s no rush; I’m hardly dying of thirst.  Be careful!  Please try not to obliterate the poor creature. Or the kitchen for that matter.”

"Unfortunately I've got limited exposure to human world media. But perhaps I can ask Barbatos to acquire me copies of it if they're available.

"Is Michael nice? I hope I'd be compared to a good character. Admittedly, that name will always make me think of the Archangel. . .I'm not certain how I feel about that particular comparison admittedly."

He makes a shocked expression, as if connecting dots. "If Michael is in The Good Place, is it a show about the Celestial Realm?"