"Being at her side doesn't mean you care, Ferris Wheel, it just means you're a stalker. And probably obsessive, too," Vince replied absentmindedly as Ferris spoke, not really paying all that much attention anymore as his stomach began to demand he focus solely on his plate. "Exactly why she likes that, though, is beyond me. But it can't be healthy; I'm a little worried, actually," he went on, as if Ferris was some type of psycho person that posed some sort of threat.

But it was then that Victor and Vianna entered the room. "I'm going to go downstairs. You guys stay here," said Victor before walking right back out the door he had just come in through. Vianna nodded her head slightly at him with a large smile. She was changed and fresh out of the shower, no longer that sleepy girl Ferris had left in the girls' room. "Good morning!" she greeted the other two in the kitchen cheerfully, her steps light but full of energy as she proceeded to take a seat at the round table. She was too excited to eat much, and merely stole her brother's water, taking a sip from it. "I'm excited," she commented with a smile, as if it wasn't obvious already.