Seph: *”What? She made human food?”* *seems vaguely interested as he wanders towards the table, baulking slightly at the smell of the fried eggs* Yuck, something smells like a dirty fart around here…
Aeris: *breaks out into a peel of laughter at Seph’s comment*
Elmyra: *looks mildly offended but doesn’t say anything* It’s on the table, children. Eat up. It’s probably half cold now.