#Plus Wyckoff Adventure! :3

[demon-blood-youths]

Huh?

Did she do something wrong? Vergil spoke to Mrs. Pott in a different language. Since this is a French restaurant then Vergil speaks to Mrs. Pott in French. Then he said in agreement with her that the service and food were good like she said. Seeing Mrs. Pott makes Ink smile.

Hearing that she doesn't have to but Mrs. Pott takes the tip anyway. Ink smiles upon hearing this. "You're welcome! Like I said...you two put a lot of effort into this. Your restaurant is your pride, right? So you guys deserve it!" Said the young drake.

"Hahaha!" Ink laughed when Mrs. Pott told Vergil to bring her again with him. "I would come back here again if Vergil asks me to hang out again!" Ink grins, not minding it at all. She might try a different dish here next time.

"Sure thing! I will tell my friends." Ink nods her head. Then the phone begins to vibrate in her pocket signaling it's time to go. She did tell Navarro that she cleared a nest of feral demons. Can't keep him waiting and worry!

"Anyway...I got to get going. My friends are calling me." Ink said as she goes to text Navarro that she is finished.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 upon looking at the stack of currency that Ink had proffered upon the table, a testament to her honorable business ethic. and she communicated this by glancing at Sparda's eldest, who from his part simply appeared mildly surprised. Indeed he invited Ink with downright intent to fund her meal, including the additional gratuity as he always accorded to the resident couple who ran the bistro by themselves. Yet who was he to deny Ink the same opportunity and entitlement of expressing her own? It wasn't for Vergil's interest she resolved to do it but rather her own, and he would do naught but respect her own expression of gratitude toward the couple and their excellent service.

“ S'il vous plaît, considérez cela comme votre fortune légitime, Madame, ” he assured their hostess in her native language. “ The quality of service and food that you and your husband rendered to us merits our respective esteem. ”

The warmth returned upon their hostess's expression and she gave them both a nod of gratitude whilst collecting both of their payment and gratuity. “You don't have to but thank you, dearie,”  she said so to Ink, smiling affectionately at her as though she was her own rather than a novel customer. “My husband and I are most thrilled to have you both, and we are grateful that you reviewed our service in such a high regard on your very first visit.”

Then she lifted her head to regard Vergil with equal maternal geniality.

“ You better bring this fine young lady again next time! You hear me, young man?”

“ If the fine young lady permits me thus, ”  the cambion effortlessly joined in her accolade, the corner of his lips laden with amusement but a profound vein of paternal fondness brimmed within his normally wintry eyes as they were trained upon Ink.

“Oh, and feel free to bring your friends too!” Mrs. Potts turned to Ink again. “Our doors are always open!”