Felix smiled as he was pulled into the kitchen and hugged. He was glad to see that his sister was doing alright and that those idiots were leaving her alone. â€œMy room is really nice, I like it a lot,â€ was his response when asked how everything was doing. There was a delightful smell that he easily recognized as chicken noodle soup. Nobody could miss that smell unless they were stupid or couldnâ€™t smell anything His mouth watered and he licked his lips, a small smile appearing on his expression as he felt his stomach growl quietly. Hunger was becoming harder to ignore. Soup was one of hid favorite things to eat and he use to eat it a lot back home because it was simple to throw together. The soup from the asylum was always so watered down and gross, some homemade soup was definitely going to be a nice change for once.<br/><br/>Hearing her speak about Laveen caused hat anger to burn inside of him again. That desire to harm Richard and Jenny, for a split second, became stronger, expelled when Jasmine changed the subject to food. He really was looking forward to that soup and made no hesitation trying it.<br/><br/>It was still scalding hot so he had to blow on it to cool it off before he tasted it. Once it was cooled down enough he allowed the flavor to sink in on his tongue. Felix closed his eyes as he analyzed the flavor. There had to be the right about of everything and so far he liked what he tasted. The chicken was cooked just right, the noodles were soft, not hard or somewhere in between, the vegetables blended nicely with the chicken broth base for the soup. Overall he was quite satisfied though he had a feeling those two morons would tell her she was not doing a good job. Felix was going to be sure to stick around and make sure he was here when they gave their worthless two cents. Maybe he would tell them off. Jasmine could handle herself, yes, but he was going to make damn sure that they stayed away from her and did not hurt her or Laveen from now on.<br/><br/>Felix smiled a bit, â€œIt tastes wonderful as always, Jazzy!â€ â€˜Jazzyâ€™ was something he use to call her when they were kids. He was not sure why it had been brought up now and kind of regretted uttering it. â€œI donâ€™t know what crawled up Richardâ€™s ass but I hope it crawls back out soon or we might have some problems,â€ he decided to shrug it off with that comment. â€œSame with that fucking useless bitch, Jenny, I fucking canâ€™t stand either of them.â€ He was beginning to feel a little worked up, aware that he should probably tone down a bit. The more he thought about them the more he felt his anger build until it threatened to boil over. He was trying his best to prevent that from happening. As much as he hated them he knew he had to behave if he was going to be staying here even if Laveen had the final word in everything.<br/><br/>Sighing, he relaxed some. This was going to be very interesting living here indeed.