Day 3
"Something smells yummy!" Demyx grinned broadly as he bounced into the kitchen, dragging poor Zexion behind him.
"I should hope so" Xaldin commented, pulling a large pan out of the oven.
The blue haired bookworm sniffed delicately, "What is it you have there Xaldin? Chicken?"
"Sort of" he grunted and set the pan down on the hot pads in front of the other two, "These three hens came waddling into my room this morning and proceeded to tear apart my couch and shit on everything."
Demyx gaped at the larger man, "So you just killed them?!"
"Damn right."
"What is wrong with you people?!?" he shouted, gesturing wildly at the roasted to a perfect gold crisp birds, "Have you no morals or feelings at all?!"
"Frankly, no" Xaldin deadpanned and, finding the carving knife too far away (on the other side of the kitchen), decided to simply summon one of his lances and violently started stabbing the juicy birds.
Demyx squeaked and ran out of the room, completely forgetting about his quiet companion.
"…I'll get the plates" Zexion finally mumbled.