Ruli grinned to Etta. "It goes well with everything." He chimed in, proud. But as Etta asked about cake once more, and Kire answered that he does, he whipped his gaze to her. How had she known that? He'd made no comment before, and hadn't baked in far over a year, with the exception of bread. [i]Envy.[/i] Ruli sighed, glad for Elva's sudden appearance. There was so much of the healer disposition that reminded him of Envy. Kind and concerned, but parental and firm where necessary. Plus she smoked; which wasn't entirely uncommon, in his world, or possibly this one, but it brought familiarity, all the same. 

As the last of the cousins entered, Daryll, Ruli turned his head to study this one. Instantly, Ruli liked him. Long hair, boring clothing, an air about him that said no bullshit. Of course, most of Kire's family had that sort of outlook, but Ruli supposed having to deal with Kire engrained that into them. He did, however, sneak Kire a look when Daryll said being yelled at wouldn't help. 

"To be honest, I wasn't aware she had any other setting." Ruli answered. "You're Daryll, then? Your name has come up quite a bit." Ruli's eyes moved around the room, half expecting Ed to come strolling in. Then he felt uneasy. They really just ate while Ed was on the battlefield? As if this were just an every day thing? Feeling no desire to stir the pot over dinner, Ruli kept quiet on the matter, his back straight in his seat.