Baralai chuckled and shook his head. In another life, he might have been Yuffie but the world was much harsher to allow such things and he was too strict on himself to allow himself to be so carefree.

Food didn't sound like a bad idea and the decision was made. He walked toward the kitchen and looked around to see if there was anything that could be used but sadly, he realized he wasn't able to do anything even if he found something to make. He left the kitchen and moved toward the door. "I have a bit of gil from a job I did yesterday. Let's go."

Admitting that he can't cook to save his own life and almost literally wasn't necessary.