Kalanehi shook her head at Sephiroth. “No. I don’t get any of that junk. If I make pancakes, they will be real pancakes. Nothing less.”

Jenna shrugged as she watched Sephiroth sulk off into the living room. Deciding that she might as well finish off the food that Sephiroth left behind, Jenna picked at the plate.

Meanwhile, Kalanehi walked to Sephiroth’s location with a mug of freshly brewed coffee only a few minutes after he sat down.