"Grell Sempi!" Ronald yelled, bounding into the red-head's office.
"What is it Ronnie dear?" Grell asked, looking up from his desk.
"I got Alan Sempi to help me make food for us, because you're actually working and haven't eaten. But I'm not a very good cook, and Alan Sempi said I should make most of it myself, so it's not the best." The younger reaper explained, shoving all the papers off of Grell's desk and onto the floor before setting plates and glasses down. "Alan Sempi gave me some soda for us to drink. I tried to get some rum from Eric Sempi's desk, but he caught me and wacked me." Ron grinned and rubbed the back of his head. "It hurt a little. I made chicken nuggets and French fries, cause I didn't wanna burn the place down. Sorry."
"It's fine dear boy. Now sit so we can eat." Grell smiled. He was hungry, and this was a great way to get back at Will for putting him on that stupid diet. The two-toned reaper smiled, throwing his jacket on the ground and turning the chair around to sit on it backwards.
"Also, look! The chicken nuggets are shaped like dinosaurs! How cool is that?" Ron bounced slightly in his seat, letting his excitement at having made the food himself show.
"Very. We could even have wars with them." The red-head said, picking up a chicken nugget and giving a tiny roar.
"No, I can't." Ron pouted and looked at the ground. "Alan Sempi says grown-up's don't play with their food. And if I do then Will Sempi will keep treating me like a kid."
"What? That's not true. You should call Alan and tell him you're playing with your food and that everything's fine!"
"Hey, yeah. I should do that!" Ronald announced.
"You call him right now and tell him." Grell handed Ron the phone, hiding an impish smile. 'This could be fun.' He thought.
"I will!" Ron took the phone and dialed. "Hello, Alan Sempi? I am a grown man and if I want to play with my food I will!" He paused as Alan responded. "Absolutely!" Ron hung up the phone up the phone and grabbed his jacket. "I have to go home I'm grounded."