[Mephisto's roaming in for much of the same reasons -- despite doing his best to not think about anything but the rampant chaos in his own mind, he can't swallow his own worry for too long.
Pasta is about the only damn thing he knows how to make, so he stumbles past Nana without looking at first, opting to grab a box of gluten-free pasta. He turns and -- furrows his brows as he stares at Nana.]
Kitchen
Pasta is about the only damn thing he knows how to make, so he stumbles past Nana without looking at first, opting to grab a box of gluten-free pasta. He turns and -- furrows his brows as he stares at Nana.]
Are you... actually there?