Desiree tilted her head as she noticed the distracted manner in which her father was behaving. After a moment, she chewed on her lower lip in thought before she contacted Kalysto.
~Kalysto, can you get in contact with your dragon friend? I think my father needs someone to fix his bike.~
Meanwhile, Jenna remained on a hormone-fueled rage. Snorting, despite the fact that Sephiroth couldn’t hear her, she sharply responded, ~I don’t want the food from that maid. I want food that you get me. I already told you that. Have you not been listening? Get me food!~