Desiree: ~Zach, come on. It’s not every day that Cancer and I make food just for you. We REALLY, REALLY want you to join in on dinner. Just a taste. Please.~ *she grins as she looks up at Sephiroth. She then steps away from the stove and picks up the prepared omelets* Oh, nothing much, father. We just made dinner. *She sets down the omelets into the middle of the table*
Dimitri: *looks at the plate as he watches it being set down. He then grins* Yay.
Seres: *jogs down into the kitchen. She then scrambles up into her favored chair* Food ready?