Dante brings a tray back from the bar - it has two bowls of stew, a steak, a loaf of bread, three apples, and two pints of ale on it. He walks back to the bar, returns with a bucket, and proceeds to dump everything but a bowl of stew, a few slices of break, and an apple into the bucket.
Virgil coughs, plops down with his neck on the bucket to tip it, then sticks his head in and chews contentedly, sulfurous smoke wafting up around his head.
Dante then turns to the group. "These Fey Lords, they are living and so may be killed, but by what means may this occur?"