"Yeah." There's a part, a small part, that feels bad for the dragons. Gaia had gotten used to Kellen. There had been a bond and maybe the dragons themselves had not had any say in what brought their soul out of the afterlife and into the bodies of unsuspecting people from another world.

But at the end of the day, Gaia and Sephiroth, Popp and all the others summoned had seemingly been drawn into machinations against their will. Transformed against their will because of that. Which has every chance of continuing here in some fashion.

"Hah!" Hungry? "That is all a part of being a teenager, like it or not. You should see the faces of the culinarians when we arrive in a group to talk about festival planning."

There's always a surplus of youth ready to go talk about the food preparations for the festival. always.

The companion bots have brought over a menu. And there are two of the four chairs empty. One is obviously Gaia's, the other taken is.... Gaia's shopping. At least the stuff she had picked up after she'd sent that blond man back with her stuff to the apartments.

She'd be annoyed if he was planning to steal them to give to someone else but she doubts that was the goal. Also if that happens she will track him down. As for hands and where they're sitting at the table? Hm. Gaia is aware that she's been a bit forward with the amount of contact she's pressed on Sephiroth.

But honestly he hasn't shown any signs of minding. The holding of hands is going to come to an end, but rather than settle in the chair she'd obviously been sitting in, she selects the one next to the other teen and pulls her food over.

"Here, have this 'french fry'. They're basically deep-fried popotos."

He should be used to her terms for things by now even when she does slip back into the habit.