Sephiroth: *puts his fork down and picks up a napkin, spitting the contents of his mouth into it politely, moving to his feet shortly after to dispose of the napkin into the garbage. He frowns at the vegetables on the stove, shaking his head as he moves to the sink so he can clean the pot up* You let these boil dry. Hmph…
Cancer: *raises an eyebrow, seeming dissapointed with Sephy’s reaction* *”He didn’t do much…”*