<span style="color: #00BF40"> Sitting at the dark, perfect oak table, he watched as Genesis LITERALLY hovered around with plates in his hand a wearing a "kiss the cook" apron. Genesis believed that the apron "brought out the inner cook" in him.<br/>         "Your food, miseur and madamouselle," Genesis said, floating over with steaming hot plates of food, in his ever-failing French-wanna-be accent. The food looked delicious. The salmon was seasoned and cooked to perfection, the rice was also cooked and seasoned to perfection, topped with melted string cheese small juicy, diced tomatoes, the bread, fresh from the oven, was filled with a sweet, and flavorful butter, and the string beans and broccoli carried a slight lemon taste, as though a bit of lemon juice fresh from the lemon was squeezed lightly onto the veggies. Everything was to utter perfection. Now, all Psychis had to do was find out whether Syeri liked seafood, because, if not, both he <span style="font-style: italic">and</span> Genesis were screwed. I mean, besides of course she would like the rest of the food, if not the salmon, because it smelled so good. <br/>        "I have a yummy dessert surprise for you too once you're all done eating," Genesis said, as he clasped his hands together, still speaking in French-wanna-be accent. "It's my special recipe." He looked right over at Syeri and Nova when he said this, since he knew they were new to his tasty secret recipe.<br/>           Once Genesis left, Psychis leaned over the table toward Syeri and whispered, "All spirits train in some sort of skill in their lives, as you know. They all have to practice their normal powers, but they also must train in a side skill to make themselves extra useful to their summoner. Genesis decided to train in cooking." Then Psychis leaned back in his chair, an ear-to-ear contented grin stretched across his pale face, and added, "And I can't deny. He makes some <span style="font-style: italic">great</span> food. Why, I remember- Wait!" Psychis interrupted himself as he noticed Syeri begin to make her first stab at the food, the smile still plastered onto his face. "Remember. Politeness. Always wait until <span style="font-style: italic">everyone</span> is at the table before you eat. Ah, here he comes now." Genesis floated over with his plate of food and sat down. <br/>    "<span style="font-style: italic">Damn</span>, I love being one of the few spirits that can eat human food," Genesis said as a he sat in his chair, "It is so damn good." Then he began to chow down without taking one breath for air...</span>