"We didn't just have it?" He grinned. That ought to break a little of that spell, since he was straight back to smug and confident. He didn't quite let her go, but he did let one arm fall away from her to point at the table.

"The flaming tablecloth wasn't to impress you, by the way, that's actually pretty normal down here. Like you said, solves the need for lighting. But here's the Netherworld's finest dessert!"

The remains of the food they'd abandoned vanished, replaced instead with two monster bowls of what could only be.... chocolate pudding.