A grin came to Vince's face as Ferris shared that the food was already coming up. "Great," he said, his spirits obviously much higher now. "Send it over to my room, will you?" he added, already turning to make his way back to the boys' room.

Vianna frowned. "But it's going to be here any minute, why don't you just sit and wai--"

Vince scoffed before his sister even finished speaking, his expression offended. "And watch you two be all mushy and gross? I'd rather eat fried snails," he said. "Just send some of it over to my room, alright? Besides, the other guys are probably up and hungry too."

Vianna watched her brother go with furrowed brows, rather offended by his words and disbelieving that he'd put food over keeping a close eye on her and Ferris. But those thoughts soon disappeared as the room service arrived and Ferris sent them to deliver half of the food to the boys' room. The young girl then turned to him and grinned as he suggested they had breakfast in bed. "Sounds good to me!" she said, nearly sprinting back to the bedroom and hopping on to the bed like a giddy child.

Vianna's eyes widened slightly as Ferris settled beside her and began listing off the many things that awaited for them on the tray. "Wow..." she gazed at the food absentmindedly as the boy asked what she was in the mood for; she beamed and very enthusiastically replied, "Crepes!" But her brows then furrowed. "I don't know which flavour, though..." Crepes were a once-every-blue-moon type of food for the girl who usually had Italian, and she had never had so many of them in so many different flavours before. "Can you pass me a blueberry one?" she finally decided.

"Thank you," said Vianna with a smile as Ferris handed her a plate with a crepe covered in blueberry sauce. The young girl looked down at it with fascination for a moment - she had never eaten or seen a blueberry crepe before - before taking the first bite. She smiled once again at the taste of it and turned her gaze to the boy beside her as he began speaking. She listened as he explained how his aunt made the best French toast in the planet and it was a food addiction he had, however he felt wrong eating it anywhere else that wasn't France. Vianna chuckled softly at this, amused by his unique view on French toast. "How come your aunt lives here in France and not in England, Professor?" she asked him curiously.

Vianna listened as Ferris described his aunt and explained why the woman had decided to move to France rather than stay in England like her sister, Ferris's mother. "I see," she said with a nod. She took another bite from her crepe and looked off into space thoughtfully. "That's so nice, though," she said, returning her gaze to Ferris. "To have family members outside of the country, I mean. It teaches you about different places... all of my family lives and has always lived in Italy. We're all purely Italian, actually, no one's married anyone outside of the country," she said, her expression somewhat thoughtful as she said this.

ooc: Awwwww byeeee, Ruthersss! :bye::glomp:

Walking out of her bedroom, Kayla glanced around the living room. She was a bit surprised that Vianna wasn't around anywhere, so usually the first person up. Hearing voices coming from Vianna's room, Vi and Ferris' voices, to be precise, she shrugged and headed for the door. Out in the corridor she walked over to the boys' door, going in the room without invitation.

ooc: Sorry about me being on and off lately, but I'll try get on when I can. :)

Vince was lazily laying on the couch in front of the fire, very joyfully and merrily enjoying his breakfast when Kayla suddenly and randomly walked in without giving any warning. The boy jumped in his seat in surprise but sighed in relief to see it was just Kayla and not a kidnapper or something worse. "What're you doing here?" was his rather unfriendly greeting.

Ferris listened as Vianna told him he was lucky to have family in another country, as it would teach a person about different places, before telling him that all of her family was Italian. He took another bite of French toast as he listened to her explain that they were all purely Italian, and no one in her family had ever married outside of the country. "Really?" he said, slightly disbelieving as his aunt had had numerous boyfriends originating from all over the world. "So...what? Your parents want you to have an Italian guy?" he asked her, curious to see if her parents were the type to enforce rules like that.

"Good morning to you, too." Kayla said sarcastically. "I figured you might be of a bit more entertainment than being in my hotel room, but whatever." She said, though obviously she wasn't about to move just yet.

Still somewhat sleepy, Jamie came out into the living room. "Hey Kay, Vince." He said, not seeming very surprised that his sister was there. "What time is it?"

Vianna's brows furrowed slightly at Ferris's question. "No... I don't think so, at least," she replied, thinking back on anything her parents might have ever said about her future boyfriends. But there was nothing. "They've never told me anything like that, so..." She shrugged and took another bite from her blueberry crepe.

Vince merely shrugged at Kayla and instead turned his attention to Jamie as the boy walked into the room, a sleepy look still on his face. "Morning," he said to the boy before lifting his left arm and checking the time on his watch. "Quarter past eleven," he informed. "There's some stuff in the kitchen, Ferris Wheel ordered breakfast."

Vianna turned to Ferris as he spoke and chuckled softly in amusement at the relieved look on his face. "Don't worry, Professor, my parents are nothing like my brothers," she told him, smiling as she returned her gaze to her food. Except there was no more food. Fluffy had come out of nowhere and was now standing before her with the last piece of crepe in his small hands. Vianna's eyebrows raised slightly but she smiled warmly at the creature.

Vianna smiled and nodded her head slightly as Ferris said that Fluffy had been somewhere around the room all along. "I guess he was just waiting for the food to get here to make his grand entrance," she said with a chuckle, her eyes still watching the tiny creature as it devoured her breakfast. "I don't understand, though... he's so tiny and he eats even more than both of us combined!" she said, honest surprise in her eyes as she turned to Ferris. But next thing she knew, the boy had wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back down and onto his chest. She chuckled softly and looked up at him accusingly. "Professor, you're like one of the kidnappers yourself! First you imprison me to this room, and now this!" she accused him playfully.

Vianna's eyebrows rose at Ferris as the boy told her he was going to keep her prisoner until her brother had to pry his arms off. She couldn't help but laugh lightly at this for a moment before turning quiet as he spoke again, asking her if she had any objections. Vianna narrowed her eyes slightly at him, as if replying against her own will, "None at all." She then gave him a smile and let her head rest on his chest. The young girl remained like this for a moment, absentmindedly examining the wall and closet doors in the distance before asking, "So what's next in our very active and energetic agenda?"

"Oooh, I wanna play with Fluffy!" said Vianna with a grin, sitting up slightly and facing the boy that had decided to hold her hostage. "I haven't played with him in so long, the poor thing must be feeling so neglected..." she continued, her forehead creasing slightly with guilt as she said this. She then turned to glance at her beloved pet who had just finished eating the crepe and was just standing there staring at them.

Fluffy understood the gesture and hurried over to Ferris's lap in his natural lightning-like squirrel speed. He came to a halt on the boy's lap and looked up at the other two with expectant eyes, as if he had been called to receive something, as was usually the case. Vianna beamed at the sight of the furry little animal now joining them. "I think he wants something," she said, furrowing her brows slightly. "Would you like to play a game, Fluf--" but she stopped abruptly as the squirrel hopped from the bed and on to the tray filled with French food. "Fluffy!"