Demetri smiled, "I made your favorite too- grilled chicken." He put one peice on her plate, and started to cut it up. "Oh, and Lise, me and Frexspar need to talk to you."
Lise looked from Demetri to Frexspar, then back to her daddy again. "Well, okay daddy. I just hope it isn't something really bad." A worried look crossed her face.