Dog-shaped Energy Assessment Machine

Ignoring the fawning, Luke simply asked, "Then be honest. Rank all the energies you've ever eaten on a scale from most to least tasty."

The dog head didn't prevaricate at all. "Selina is first, Grandpa is second, and Luke the fiend and Claire are both third."

Ignoring the dog head who called him a fiend behind his back, Luke walked leisurely down the street. "Is my energy half as tasty as Selina's? Or a little less tasty? Or a lot less?"

The dog thought for a few seconds, as if weighing the difference in taste, before it finally said, "A little more than a little less tasty?"

Luke long understood how this guy used words. He nodded thoughtfully. "Then it's a lot less, but still very tasty?"

The dog head said, "That's right. Grandpa Pennyworth, you're too smart."

Luke wasn't moved by the flattery at all. He continued asking, "Then are Luke and Claire's energies half as tasty as Selina's?"