Vianna gave up hope on her spaghetti when she found herself covered up in a small, thin cloud of smoke and the pasta refused to leave the pot, as if glued to it, though in reality it was just burnt onto it. The girl sighed softly to herself and began to clean up the mess when the boy behind her spoke, asking if she was sure she didn't want that lasagna. Vianna paused for a moment there, her brows furrowing slightly. Honestly? She wanted the lasagna; but after that whole tantrum she'd thrown earlier refusing to eat it, it kind of hurt her pride to go against her own earlier words, even if it had all been a lie and she'd wanted her lasagna all along. But that was one thing that would never change about the girl - her stubborn Vincenzi pride, it was just something that ran in the family. However, the girl felt forced to push it aside this time, for the sake of Gabe and giving her body what it really craved; and so, rather unwillingly, she turned around to face her husband, letting out a sigh before admitting in a mutter, "...I want the lasagna." Her brows furrowed slightly, her gaze fell to their pets absentmindedly, looking an awful lot like the stubborn little kid she could be at times, even if she was actually a full-grown woman carrying a baby now.