The smell of spices hit Sephiroth’s senses almost immediately. “What is this?” He opened the bags, peering inside. “Ah, I remember this restaurant.” He telepathically called out to the house-hold, expressing that dinner was ready and to come get it.
“You know…” He began to ponder as he took plates out of the cupboards. “With how much you complain about some of my digestion gas products, you are probably going to order me out of the bedroom entirely this evening.” He jabbed a fork into a pile of heavily spiced sprouts and vegetables. “Especially after eating this one in particular.” He shovelled some rice and dumplings onto his plate, looking very hungry.