After building the teleporter in the basement, Astaroth and Phoenix decided their day had been long enough. They still hadn't eaten actual food, and their stomachs were rumbling a bit.
They had been sustaining on tea, water, and biscuits. This was no way to live.
Phoenix wanted to go back to their room, where they could ask a servant to bring them whatever food they wanted. But Astaroth had something different in mind.
"What if, instead of acting like recluse royalty, we acted like normal people? I'm sure the food in the canteen over our heads, the one the Sentinels have, is very good. Want to go eat there, where there will be people around, instead of walls and ceilings?"
The idea wasn't such a bad one, and Phoenix agreed to it. They wouldn't get to eat whatever they wanted, but not eating on their own would have a more realistic feel to it, as well.
But she corrected Astaroth's misconception.
