[He trails after Dante towards the bar, rolling his eyes at the notion he will come to regret the decision to let Dante spend as much as he likes. He knows Dante certainly won't be modest about spending, but it's unlikely that he will somehow have Vergil spending more Lore than he can recuperate. Hell, there's a good chance he could break even just by being here with Dante.]

I would say if that's what you're in the mood for, but I know if Nero and I decided to stop making food, it would be pizza for three meals a day, every day of the week. [Vergil may be indulging Dante, but that doesn't mean Dante's exempt from any and all grief over his love affair with pizza.] Or perhaps you might change things up every now and again with those pizza rolls Mizu brings for you, but I'm not sure that counts.

[In case Dante was ever wondering how those pizza rolls (olive-free, the way he prefers) sometimes appeared in the freezer before he had a chance to purchase some himself. It wasn't Nero or Vergil that kept the supply going. Vergil was perplexed the first time Mizu brought some along with her when coming to see him. It's not as though it was anything that she would mistake Vergil for enjoying, and Vergil couldn't exactly picture her requesting them for a meal. But he chose not to ask questions, and gave her time to deposit them in the freezer before joining him in the privacy of his bedroom. It wasn't until Nero took Mizu out for a real pizza to change her mind about it that Vergil was informed of Mizu's first experience with the dish. She didn't have to spell out the purpose behind the rolls from there. Vergil figured that part out on his own.]