Zach: I’m not telling mom to go to hell. And neither should you. *frowns* Don’t say things like that, Seres. It’s not very nice. *finishes the box off and sits it up, grinning at his work*
Cancer: *continues to stir the liquid* That’s going to make it really good… *grins* What else are you going to add?
Sephiroth: *scowls* Indeed… they never seem to complain when I bring pre-prepared food home, however. Such as pizza.