Sephiroth rushed off to the cafeteria to pick up a quick lunch in disposable wax containers. He brought it back to his office, eyeing off his desk when he remembered what Jenna had said about his shoes. He sat the food on the edge of the table and wolfed it down while he waited for Jenna to work on his test copies.
When she came in with them, he shoved practically half the carton of food into his face, chewing only a few times before swallowing. He nodded at her, then moved to his feet, flicking the food packaging into his wastepaper basket nearby.
“Very good.” He nodded again. “Proofread, tidied, copies checked over?”