The fact that Enzo's real mother was dead bugged him the more he thought about it. But at the same time, he couldn't feel real sorrow for someone he didn't know. He made his way back to the third floor, and nodded to David, Kira, and the others. Though he noticed there was a new girl when he walked by. Someone else is going to get caught up in our mess.
A tender, cooked meat smell caught Enzo's attention, and his stomach's, too, as he heard it grumble. "What's that smell?" His body went automatic as he directed his way to a previously unknown kitchen area. He turned the corner and the first thing his eyes caught was the large array of food lined up on the kitchen tables. The large turkey surrounded by two gravy bowls, while on other table there was spaghetti with meatballs, and even a table that consisted of dessert. Chocolate iced cake, wine, and another beverage, but it was wrapped up in a paper bag, so it was unknown to Enzo what was inside.
Enzo was pretty much drooling by this point.
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"Do you like anything there?" said a familiar voice. Enzo broke eye contact with the food to see Enki standing beside the table, with a apron and chef hat. "Enki! I didn't know you cooked!" "I picked up a few skills from a boy named 'Rin'." "Hey, welp. I did most of the work." sneered Red, who wore the same attire. "RED?! YOU TOO?"
Enki leaned toward Enzo, indicating that whatever was going to say was going to be secret. "He's trying to impress Eos." Enki's eyes shifted left and right before standing upright again. "There wasn't enough food for us up here, so we decided to cook." "That's good." Enzo looked over the food again. Spaghetti? He had never tried it before, yet he lived in Italy for a while. "Make yourself useful and help set up the dining room table." Red commanded as he shoved the turkey plate into Enzo's hands. "R-right!"