Vianna was rather glad Ferris had gone for Italian this night, as she herself was rather craving something from her homeland as well, and that craving only grew as she got started on that night's meal, Baked Rigatoni, the kitchen now filling with the smells of meat sauce, mozzarella cheese, and baked pasta (which got all of their six little pets to wander into the kitchen with curiosity and hunger in their eyes). Vianna chuckled softly at the sight of all of them lined by at the doorway, looking up at her rather expectantly. "You guys really shouldn't be eating this stuff, you know?" she said to the furry creatures, as if they understood or cared. All they knew was that something smelled good and they wanted some of it on their plates.

Once it was all prepared, Vianna set a large plate filled with the baked rigatoni on Ferris's usual spot at the table, and then another smaller plate on her side. "Dinner's ready!" Vianna called out from the bottom of the stairs before returning to the kitchen, only to find her fat little squirrel standing on one of the chairs at the dining table. "Fluffy!" exclaimed the girl, taking the squirrel into her hands and setting him on the floor. "Alright, that's it -- all of you out! This stuff isn't good for you and I'm already doing you enough damage as it is letting you have marshmallows," she said, furrowing her brows disapprovingly at the furry creatures who began to hop and scurry away and over to the living room, looking rather disappointed they weren't getting any leftovers that night.