"You aren't living off that. I don't care what your father says." He stated firmly as he tossed the leftover pizza into the trash. Dante was out on a mission and had rung up Vergil, eventually convincing with enough begging for him to watch you while he worked. Vergil tugged open the cupboards to find them mostly bare, huffing in annoyance as he grabbed what he could and slammed a skillet onto the stovetop and began working on an omelette "You're going to be have actual food, alright?"