Summer gave Lucifer a look that made it clear that she wasn't entirely surprised by that answer, but one that also made it clear that she felt that wasn't a very good answer...

...but she couldn't really blame him for not having one better.

Yet.

He really probably needed to get that shit figured out soon, though.

"I don't think you'll ever really be drunk enough for that one," she allowed, "and I don't mean because you can't really ever get drunk, either."

So she sighed, folded her arms in front of her for a moment, and considered him a moment before shaking her head, because, really, if the whole Figuring the God Thing Out wasn't exactly on the table...

"Pottery classes?" she offered instead.