Desiree: ~No, I don’t want any laxatives. However, let’s go with the chilis.~ *she digs through the fridge. Soon after, she pulls out a number of spices that she thinks will be fun for the omelet. As she sets the spices down, she look up at Sephiroth* Father, you can go. We’ll take care of the meal. *she grins* Go bother mother. *she tries to wave him off*
