Seferia blinked at Sephiroth, confused as to why he would ask such a question. She had stated that she would attempt to use her magic to rapidly grow a fruit-bearing plants for Sephiroth several months ago. So, she saw no reason why he would not know where it came from.
So, she nodded toward the area behind their dwelling. Behind the dwelling, there were a few trees that produced various fruits as well as a sparse scattering of other, smaller plants.
“The fruit came from our plants, Sephiroth. I noticed that the fruit was being produced yesterday,” she spoke as she offered the dinner to Sephiroth. She then glanced down at her son before she spoke to him. “It’s time for your father to eat for now, not you.”