Vianna gave Ferris a smile as he confessed to her accusation of him exaggerating before he then awarded her with a number of kisses. The girl giggled lightly to herself for a brief couple of seconds before turning her gaze away to the fire as the boy beside her now leaned his face against hers. Vianna remained silent for a few moments, simply admiring the flames as she often did and enjoying the feel of Ferris's arms around her and his face so close to hers. But then she started giggling to herself out of nowhere. "Y'know... I really wish I had a camera. I would have loved to take a picture of you when you were covered in flour," she said casually, as if she wasn't poking fun at the boy beside her.

Vianna turned to Ferris as his face left hers and he asked if she wanted to be tickled again. In a flash, Vianna's arms wrapped around her own torso. "No!" she immediately replied, shaking her head. Sure, being tickled and laughing was nice, but Vianna wasn't a fan of the suffocation that came along with it when the tickling and laughing lasted too long. "Is this another incident you're going to make me promise not to make fun of you for ever again?"

Vianna smiled faintly as Ferris told her that he wouldn't make her promise anything. "Good," she said, her arms leaving her sides. Slowly, that innocent smile turned into a smirk as she looked away to the fire and leaned back casually into the cushions. "Because I'm going to tease you about it for years!" she added with a mischievous giggle, much like the rebellious and spoiled little kid she could be at times.

Vianna's eyes widened with surprise and she gasped, turning away from the fire and to the boy beside her with pure shock and amusement in her features at his clever comeback. "That-- that's-- my-- I am not sixty!" was all she could say to defend herself at that moment, still rather taken aback by his unexpectedly clever comeback. But she couldn't help but to smile then as the boy gave her a kiss and she chuckled softly.

Vianna narrowed her eyes disapprovingly at Ferris as he continued teasing her, this time calling her grandma. But an amused smile was lighting up her features and she proceeded to rest her head on the boy beside her as he pulled her back to his chest. She watched the flames absentmindedly and listened as he then asked her about her earlier conversation with her brother. "Well... Mum and Dad are fine, they had our faces on about every newspaper in Italy, so during his first day there Victor got chased down by a mob," she started with a soft chuckle, though there wasn't much amusement in it. "He said things at camp seemed pretty normal, as if nothing had ever happened. Though the professors and students were helping look for us all; but he couldn't tell if the professors still there have anything to do with the kidnappers of if they're being honest," she continued with a sigh. "When he went to Sicily and met with our parents they actually believed everything he told them without a doubt, but they had problems trying to convince the ministry... but Mum and Dad have a pretty strong influence down there so they were able to catch their attention, though he says it probably will be months before the ministry finds anything if they find anything. He thinks we shouldn't rely on them too much."

Vianna's brows furrowed slightly as Ferris asked her about their next trip. "I didn't ask," she confessed quietly. She had been too distracted interrogating the boy about her parents and how things were in Italy that she had completely forgotten about what would come in the future. But then as he asked if her oldest brother would ever let her and Vince see their parents, she sighed. "He said it's too risky for us to go back to Italy, especially now that Mum and Dad have made such a fuzz about our disappearance," she said. "But he said that we could arrange a meeting where they could come visit us wherever we might be," she added a bit more hopefully.

"I hope so too, Professor," Vianna muttered in response, her blue eyes watching the flames absentmindedly though without interest. She turned quiet then, her mind slowly beginning to leave her current present and instead daydreaming about the day when she could see her beloved parents again. She missed her mother's warmth and her father's teasing sense of humour (which she had inherited). The girl remained like this for a few moments, lost in her own world of thoughts until something snapped her back to reality, causing her to sit up very abruptly and suddenly. "The chicken!" she gasped, turning to Ferris with wide eyes before jumping to her feet and nearly sprinting to the kitchen.

ooc: Byeee, Ruthersss! :bye:

Vianna let out a sigh of relief as she opened the oven and, after quickly searching for some gloves, pulled the baked chicken out. "It didn't burn," Vianna announced with a smile as Ferris entered the kitchen. She then began pulling out a number of plates and placing some slices of the cheese-covered chicken on each.

Vianna left a moment after Ferris with a jug filled with cool water. She set it in the middle of the table and proceeded to take a seat beside Ferris. But just as she was about to take the first drink from her water, a loud CRACK! startled the girl and she almost ended up spilling the drink on herself. Vince had apparated into the room and was beaming down at the plates with a greedy look in his eyes before sitting. "Liars," was his greeting to the other two. "No way you cooked this and the kitchen's not burnt down."

Victor arrived a moment later; unlike his brother, he had decided to walk as he wasn't as thrilled as Vince. He sat down next to the boy and furrowed his brows slightly. It definitely felt strange eating something Fervi had cooked, and the fact that nothing had burnt down in the process perplexed him. "When did you two learn how to make chicken parmigiana?" he asked.

Victor's eyebrows rose just very slightly as Ferris announced he and Vianna had cooked the food with the help of a cooking book. He couldn't help but feel mildly amused those two had actually bothered to go out and get a cooking book and the ingredients to make the food now resting on their plates. Vince, meanwhile, had no time to be interrogating Fervi as he was too busy stuffing his face. He took his first bite rather hesitantly, as if expecting a horrible taste in his mouth. But as these fears were dismissed, it didn't take long for half the chicken on his plate to disappear in a matter of minutes. Victor and Vianna, who were more well-mannered than their brother, ate in silent smaller bites.

Vianna turned to Ferris with a smile as the boy turned to her and got a hold of her hand. She wasn't even halfway through her food when Vince suddenly spoke after finishing his, startling her. "Well... if I had to give your cooking a score from one to ten, this would definitely be a... three!" he announced randomly, receiving disapproving looks from Victor and a wide-eyed look from Vianna. "I'm kidding, is there more?" he added, amused by his little sister's horrified expression.

Vince beamed as Ferris returned with more of the chicken, quickly building a small mountain of it on his plate. Victor and Vianna widened their eyes slightly at him but didn't feel too surprised as they had grown up seeing this kind of greedy behaviour from the boy. Vianna smiled once more as Ferris took her hand once again and her eyes widened yet again as he announced that she had been the one to cook the chicken. "That's not true!" she said. "You helped a lot, too!"

Vince looked up from his chicken with amused eyes and slightly raised eyebrows. "Well, well, well," he said, forewarning to a tease that was about to come. "Who knew my little brother was capable of doing girly things like cooking?" he said; Vianna shot him a sharp look which only seemed to amuse the boy further.

"I think he was referring to Vianna, Montgomery," said Victor, who had remained silent for most part of the dinner and was just beginning to finish his food now. "He always calls her that, since she's not... the most feminine girl in the planet," he continued rather coldly, as if explaining something simple for the hundredth time.

"I'm not a boy!" said Vianna, who was still shooting Vince dark looks across the table for his accusation. "Anyway, you should be a little kinder, Victor. Ferris was the one to buy and help cook the food on your plate right now," she added, now turning to her oldest brother who merely gave her a look but didn't bother replying until moments later with a, "Thank you for the lovely dinner, Montgomery." Though if the boy was being sarcastic or serious was difficult to tell.