It was rather funny having Kabocha freak out all over the place about nobility and what Saiyans were apparently supposed to do in his eyes, it was rather archaic to say the least. All his thoughts and assumptions over what nobles did was probably built up from his parents and made a lot grander than he thought. “Why would we ever want to be responsible for a planet or whatever? Isn’t that a bit too much like a conquerer?” Kai commented over his shoulder at Kabocha, growing a little bored of him trying to convince the pair of them that being a dictator was a good thing, “Besides, we’d own something…you know, the restaurant”. It wasn’t their fault that the idea Saiyan lifestyle wasn’t for them, especially when they had been raised as servants. The thought of freedom and doing something for others without being forced to was particularly enticing, none of this constantly showing off and trying to conquer everything for sure. Once all the food was ordered up and received Choi was very quick to grab what looked to be assorted ribs-like structures of meat of various colours and some grilled legs from some kind of small animal, Kai the same. As Kai made the payment Choi turned quickly to Kabocha, having a bit of a laugh when he was somewhat spooked by his food arriving. It was rather funny, seeing how freaked out he was over a little bit of homely food. This guy certainly had it too good with his snobby attitude, but maybe the flavours will change his mind quite quickly. “Hey c’mon now! The only one at fault would be you for having a sensitive stomach”, he chuckled, shrugging slightly, “I doubt this’ll set you off, I mean…you’re a Saiyan! Maybe just try to not act like ordered food is your one weakness?” -- Viral was not as happy as Yumi was to be heading to see June, not by a long shot. He knew how significant she was to his creation and that he did indeed have some sort of bond before the incident, but he just didn’t feel he could connect to her for several reasons. Aito was the same, but he had more reasons behind his feelings for the man that he did want to express. That whole fight and everything leading up to it had left him with more questions than answers and it frustrated him, especially how Aito was all happily going about doing other things. He hadn’t seen much of Vegeta either, everybody was just here or there minding their own business after that one minor problem of his had been fixed. He was rather frustrated, but not quite to the point of wanting to rage at June for being on the side of all this. Upon arriving at the house the smell of food just made him regret coming along, even if Yumi would definitely be wanting food right now. He felt like he couldn’t stomach it, especially after his organs were nearly all but destroyed. He hadn’t felt any sort of hunger since the battle, the food at the hospital only making him feel rather sick especially when it was near forced on him to make sure he was recovering. Walking up the steps after Yumi he kept his eyes to the ground, feeling almost embarrassed to come here. June was probably going to be her usual excitable self from what he had seen of her, but it still felt strange to him for various reasons. Upon seeing her everything definitely got even stranger to him as Yumi was suddenly embraced by June like they had a long relationship with each other like she was immediate family, the moment they shared making him feel incredibly alienated and awkward watching. Turning briefly as if to walk away he gasped when June hugged him briefly, his eyes turning to her before she felt it necessary to rub saliva on his face via her thumb. Growling briefly he waved her off, wiping his cheek as if she smeared mud all over him. “I’d rather not have food or a drink…” he spoke, slowly making his way to the table and sitting down slowly, masking his pain by taking his time, “Where’s Aito? Is he ever in one place…” -- T’charrl frowned, not really knowing the answer. He hadn’t lived long enough to know fully what life without war was like, he always knew war and grew up learning how to fight in it. “Umm…is it…no…?” He did wonder what he was going to do now that the war was over and when he’ll finally be able to control the power within him, even his mother and father had hobbies. He definitely felt a little alone again, he had nothing else other than fighting and war in him. “I uhh…I guess so, even if people are scared of me…” He didn’t know if having a power that was considered evil by a lot of people meant he was also dark, but his father reassured him it wasn’t so maybe it really was just his imagination playing up. He couldn’t help but feel paranoid, he had spent his entire life feeling that way though. Looking at a few other displays he looked to his father and tilted his head a little, his antennae twitching a little before he smiled. “That would be nice! I have a bunch of things in my room from when I was in Space! Maybe people will like to see them too”, he spoke, looking away briefly as he thought about it, “I-I could…I could grow some plants from seeds too…”