Another glass of sake in his hand and the cake on a small plate, Gladio headed over to the couch, laughing to himself at the memory. Iris had tried so hard, she'd told himself and Jared that they couldn't help her no matter what. The meal had been a special one, for their fathers birthday. Iris had been determined. And in the end she'd done her very best... And so had they to try and eat it. It had been awful and Iris knew it, but they'd ate it anyway and praised her.

The next time she tried she allowed them to help. It was a lesson learned and, luckily, she did get better over time.

It was as he was sitting down that Tony started to talk. Gladio took a sip of his drink before setting it down on the coffee table and sitting back to listen. Then he smiled. "That's cute. Just a shame when they have to grow up like that and try and take over the kitchen. They should stay little and sweet so we can dote on them forever."