Victor was first to leave the table, excusing himself before getting up from his seat and walking out of the room, disapparating to who-knows-where once he was outside of the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. Vincenzi waited a couple more minutes, until Mrs. Vincenzi was all done and let out a sleepy yawn. Her face, though still beautiful, looked extremely tired; and as she flashed the kids a smile, the sleepiness could be seen through it. "You kids sleep well and have a good night," she told them, getting up to her feet, soon followed by Mr. Vincenzi who looked even shorter than usual beside his tall wife. "We will see you tomorrow, get a good rest, I know today was very long for all of you," she added a bit more sympathetically before both she and Mr. Vincenzi headed out.

Vianna wished her parents good night in Italian before they left and checked the time on the wall. It was still only about seven, but it felt much later than that especially with everyone going to bed so early. "How're you feeling?" she asked, turning to Ferris for a moment as she cut another piece from her chicken.