“I know you want food, Milena,” Desire calmly responded. “However, you need to first pick it out. Once you decide on what to eat, we’ll tell the waitress, who will then get the food for us when it’s ready.”
As Desiree spoke, she gave her daughter a grin, for she hoped that she was being comforting. She then glanced over at Sephiroth.
“Do you have any suggestions?”