Reina shrugged. "Do we have the stuff to make spaghetti?" She asked. "It's a classic, and I haven't had any in forever."<br/><br/>Meanwhile Mai walked over to what was apparently their T.V. "So how does it work," Mai asked Lestat, poking it slightly. For all of his wizarding knowledge, T.V.'s escaped him.<br/><br/>------------------<br/><br/>Ebisu slumped over onto his desk. Insei had been pushing him to do paperwork for hours now and he felt like his brain had turned to jelly. "Enough I've had it!" He moaned. "Can't we just call it a night?"<br/><br/>Insei removed his arms from their intimidating crossed position to point at a stack on Ebisu's desk. "Finish that stack," he said. "Then I'll think about it."<br/><br/>"How about I do that one tomorrow?" Ebisu suggested, smiling hopefully.<br/><br/>A dark shadow seemed to cross Insei's face and his arms returned to the crossed position.<span style="font-style: italic">That would be a no,</span>Ebisu thought, his smile suddenly very nervous and accompanied by a sweat drop.