Kalysto shook his head. “I know we’ve been through it. But I don’t think carrying money on a plastic card is safe either. What if somebody goes into the computer and changed my money so I had nothing?” He sighed. “And hey, it’s your food, not mine. Play it by your pallet, not by my decision.” He moved to the living room and reached into his bag, finding a glass jar of fresh basil leaf. He walked back into the kitchen and offered it to Desiree with a grin.
“Try this.”
Sephiroth kept his head low, miserable. He nodded slowly, but offered no more, loosening his grip on Jenna to make a far less painful hug.