By the way the smallest of the three stiffens a little, the appearance of the older Sephiroth may not necessarily be in his favor. He shouldn't have to step in, that's something that should be completely handleable on his own! That Avan pretty much instantly proves why there's a problem by not taking yet another blatant 'hint', he breathes out a slow measured breath between clenched teeth. A faint acrid smell of something chemical follows.

The despoiled dish is set on the table. He won't be eating any of that now, and will just have to start with a new one. "He has no say in my diet. Nor do you."