https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biwNs6P6bugBeerus found himself entering an upscale dining room in the colony's administrative complex. He chuckled as that shorty, Criyo, wiped the edges of his eyes with a handkerchief before bowing and motioning to a seat he pulled out using a psychic grip.
"Please be seated, Lord Beerus. I shall fetch our offering right away..."
Beerus sat down, and eased himself up to the table. His ears twitched at the sound of a violin. Gazing right, he saw one of the female Frost Demons there playing one.
<span class="mu-s">"Quite the impression they want to leave. These Frost Demons do enjoy their baroque atmosphere."</span>
<span class="mu-i">"It is natural to a race that has enjoyed galactic hegemony uninterrupted for a very, very long time. It's no surprise to me that even rebels of the race who disagree with how the wider clan treats different peoples too retains their imperial majesty."</span> Whis commented.
<span class="mu-s">"It's intoxicating."</span> Beerus said as he saw Criyo return with two butlers. They sat their tray down on the table, and one by one set before him his meal. He sniffed; <span class="mu-s">"It smells good."</span>
"Thank you." Criyo said, taking it as a good sign. "What you see here is our race's favorite assortment of items from our menu, Lord Beerus. I have heard you have had... a history with Frieza in the past. As you might know from your prior experiences, us Clansmen enjoy a selection of shellfish species we cultivate as foodstuffs."
<span class="mu-s">"I had never bothered to actually try what you Frost Demons consume before. Perhaps Frieza was too scared to invite me to his table."</span>
"Cowardly as every tyrant, my Lord." Criyo said, as if he himself wasn't one.
<span class="mu-s">"Hmm..."</span>
Before Beerus was a plate and bowl of their strange items. The glass of wine was filled with some pink wine, it did remind him of how Frieza often was seen holding a glass such as this. The plate held a hefty serving of some bluish-green meat slathered in a pink sauce, held within its freshly steamed dark blue shell and sprinkled with a garnish. The bowl held these golden patties that were crisp and oozing some darker golden slime.
<span class="mu-s">"So then, what have we here?"</span>
"This is the most common dinner wine of our kind. A Croissœn-de-Chtuuo proper six. It is a fine wine with a tawny aftertaste. This main course is our famed Gliketh Shellfish. The Shellfish in particular is a species that, much like us, can survive in the vacuum. We can cultivate this species nearly anywhere. It's succulent meat is garnished with the leaves of a plant that grows on asteroids via solar energy and our creamy sauce squished from its brain matter."
