Vianna turned to Ferris for a moment as the boy left the decision up to her before returning her gaze to her brother's expectant blue eyes. "I don't think so, Vince," she replied, shaking her head. "Though I'm sure if you got Ferris to translate you a recipe, you could very easily try to cook something yourself," she said, knowing before she even suggested it that her brother would not agree to this idea.

"No way," was Vince's expected response. "I think I'll just stick to you two buying me food," he added shamelessly, as if this freeloading was absolutely normal and expected, nothing to feel ashamed of. Vianna gave him a look and returned to her plate, only now beginning to finish her chicken.