[As Dante steps away to place the lasagna down, Vergil pays one last look to his kitchen before following Dante over to the table. Standing there, he watches his brother dart back to the refrigerator for the wine he had been chilling.]
You— [His brow furrows a little, but it's not an angry one. It's the face Vergil always makes when he is actively trying to process something before him, and needs a moment to assess and take everything in.] You really put a lot of thought into this...
[He doesn't mean to sound so surprised necessarily. Vergil knows his brother, and he knows while Dante may have the tendency to act as though he doesn't know much of anything, he is exceptionally clever. He would not be able to be quite so improvisational in a fight if that were not the case, especially when going against an opponent he's never faced before. Nor would he be perceptive enough to read Vergil's mood with as little as Vergil often provides by way of hints about it. It's also not really that surprising Dante put so much thought into something he put his mind to doing. Even if he did end up with tomato sauce smeared across most of his face, and Vergil can't be too certain there isn't also some pieces of cheese somehow stuck in his hair.]
[But still...]
[Vergil draws a breath and his lips part to say something, but he hesitates for a moment as he looks from the dish of lasagna back to his brother. Slowly, he sits down in front of the place setting meant for him.]
You really just...did this. For me? Without any other motive other than you...wanted to do it?
[Vergil isn't trying to accuse Dante of being otherwise inconsiderate, nor is the question meant to imply Dante never thinks of Vergil. There's a few books on Vergil's bookshelf in his bedroom, and a family portrait that highlight that not being the case in the slightest even if Vergil doubted his brother. But this is a lot of effort. Lasagna is more complicated than it seems on its surface, and Dante could have just as easily used his Lore to summon a premade one that all he had to do with put in the oven and claim he made it himself. He also went to the trouble of finding a wine to match, and setting the table in advance.]
[Which is why he raised the question of what exactly the occasion happens to be whether there's something special that Dante wants to mark, or he has something he needs to tell Vergil and otherwise make up for (beyond the disaster of the kitchen, of course). It is so much effort for no particular reason.]
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You— [His brow furrows a little, but it's not an angry one. It's the face Vergil always makes when he is actively trying to process something before him, and needs a moment to assess and take everything in.] You really put a lot of thought into this...
[He doesn't mean to sound so surprised necessarily. Vergil knows his brother, and he knows while Dante may have the tendency to act as though he doesn't know much of anything, he is exceptionally clever. He would not be able to be quite so improvisational in a fight if that were not the case, especially when going against an opponent he's never faced before. Nor would he be perceptive enough to read Vergil's mood with as little as Vergil often provides by way of hints about it. It's also not really that surprising Dante put so much thought into something he put his mind to doing. Even if he did end up with tomato sauce smeared across most of his face, and Vergil can't be too certain there isn't also some pieces of cheese somehow stuck in his hair.]
[But still...]
[Vergil draws a breath and his lips part to say something, but he hesitates for a moment as he looks from the dish of lasagna back to his brother. Slowly, he sits down in front of the place setting meant for him.]
You really just...did this. For me? Without any other motive other than you...wanted to do it?
[Vergil isn't trying to accuse Dante of being otherwise inconsiderate, nor is the question meant to imply Dante never thinks of Vergil. There's a few books on Vergil's bookshelf in his bedroom, and a family portrait that highlight that not being the case in the slightest even if Vergil doubted his brother. But this is a lot of effort. Lasagna is more complicated than it seems on its surface, and Dante could have just as easily used his Lore to summon a premade one that all he had to do with put in the oven and claim he made it himself. He also went to the trouble of finding a wine to match, and setting the table in advance.]
[Which is why he raised the question of what exactly the occasion happens to be whether there's something special that Dante wants to mark, or he has something he needs to tell Vergil and otherwise make up for (beyond the disaster of the kitchen, of course). It is so much effort for no particular reason.]