"Hm... I can understand that. Human conceit has led to a creation that they can no longer control. Reminds me of man who carries the genes of one of my enemies..."

Thankfully, that man is much less experienced... Goenitz purses his lips, before they're approached for their orders.

"Ah, yes. The garlic mushroom pasta, please. A glass of red wine as well. Feel free to get whatever you'd like, Sephiroth. I will take care of it."