[Vergil reflexively blinks when the book comes down on the top of his head. It does not actually hurt in the slightest, but he still make a point to lightly rub at his crown.]
I just went to the hospitality station a few days ago for more food, [he says, picking the book up from where Dante left it. He holds it a little closer to himself, more protectively to avoid any other potential yoinking away from him even if it's unlikely Dante will bother with it.] Unless Nero has already helped himself and ate them all, there should be more of those potato crisps you two seem to like in the snack cabinet. There are also more strawberries in the fridge, and more of those frozen...quesadillas you can microwave.
[His hesitation in calling them quesadillas isn't uncertainty about their name, but he doesn't think ready-to-eat, microwaveable food like that should ever be called what they're purportedly meant to be. He's no expert, but he is still certain he could do better. Perhaps he ought to look into it, he thinks, drumming his fingers against the back cover of his book. He could make them to a similar, smaller size, and freeze them, and Nero and Dante could microwave them anytime they wanted... They would hopefully taste better, but at the very least, they would not have that strange...cardboard texture that bothers Vergil but doesn't seem to bother either of his relatives.]
[He shakes himself from his thoughts to provide the rest of the answer to Dante's question.]
If you're looking for something more substantial, I can start dinner, or you can help yourself to leftovers or a sandwich. Or if a sandwich is too much work, cereal is an option.
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I just went to the hospitality station a few days ago for more food, [he says, picking the book up from where Dante left it. He holds it a little closer to himself, more protectively to avoid any other potential yoinking away from him even if it's unlikely Dante will bother with it.] Unless Nero has already helped himself and ate them all, there should be more of those potato crisps you two seem to like in the snack cabinet. There are also more strawberries in the fridge, and more of those frozen...quesadillas you can microwave.
[His hesitation in calling them quesadillas isn't uncertainty about their name, but he doesn't think ready-to-eat, microwaveable food like that should ever be called what they're purportedly meant to be. He's no expert, but he is still certain he could do better. Perhaps he ought to look into it, he thinks, drumming his fingers against the back cover of his book. He could make them to a similar, smaller size, and freeze them, and Nero and Dante could microwave them anytime they wanted... They would hopefully taste better, but at the very least, they would not have that strange...cardboard texture that bothers Vergil but doesn't seem to bother either of his relatives.]
[He shakes himself from his thoughts to provide the rest of the answer to Dante's question.]
If you're looking for something more substantial, I can start dinner, or you can help yourself to leftovers or a sandwich. Or if a sandwich is too much work, cereal is an option.