While Daniel goes to take care of the night's bill, Lucifer goes to acquire the coffee that only one of them really requires; getting on the road quickly is to both of their benefits. The coffee, though at least fresh at this time of day, isn't any better quality than can be expected from a convenience store, and when he returns to wait by the car for Daniel, he has two large cups of it in hand.

He thinks, if he were to lay waste to the Earth as he had once planned, that he would spare the ones who knew how to make coffee. There had to be people to grow it and process it and do whatever it is that they do to make it properly; they could stay. The devil's own personal barista.

It's all a moot point, anyway, because there can be no Apocalypse without a Heaven to oppose.