Jenna: *coldly speaks* I was being quite serious about what type of food I prefer to eat. *loudly snorts with contempt* And I don’t have a fire materia. If you don’t believe me, ask your enslaved son here. He knows quite well that I don’t have any of those idiotic stones. *snarls* And with that thing on his head, there’s no way he can lie to him, now is there?
