Dimitri: No argue there. No, no argue! *he rushes into the house and scampers to the kitchen* Can we get pizza? No want to eat your bad cooking, Father.
Jenna: *sighs at the sound of the cursing. She then moves to where Kalysto is before she softly speaks* I imagine you usually close this shop by now. Do you want me to help you out and put things up for you?