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He laughed, a big undeniably genuine laugh. Reuben thought he was being rude, but all he was doing was stating the obvious truth. Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. It's just nice to hear it put so bluntly. My daughter would often say things in a similar manner."

Giving it some thought before he spoke, "From all the ones I've met and from everything I've heard from many Lab staff and guardians, I would say yes and no. At least when we are talking newborns. I believe age, as well as circumstances, has a lot to do with it as well. My granddaughter is actually one of the older Freis, she's seven years old now, so much older than Vesna. Cordelia's actually good friends with Vesna now and often makes mention of how much the other Raevan reminds her of herself when she was younger. Believe it or not, Cordelia didn't always use to be this way. She use to be so sweet and innocent. Easy to please and easy to be pleased. I hope she begins to find her way back to some of that girl someday."

Adrian rubbed his chin at the food question as he quirked a brow, "Actually, I'm rather surprised Zeke nor anyone else at the Lab had made mention to you on this subject. Perhaps they wished to speak of it once you actually received your Raevan?" The British man shrugged and continued, "From what I understand, Freis can't eat most human food due to their lack of a stomach. I gather simple foods are the best, but I suppose it could differ depending on whom we are speaking. For whatever reasons, Cordelia doesn't pay much mind to human food and prefers her natural feeding source of smoke. Every Raevan is different in that aspect as every Raevan is made of completely different and unique components. Typically they feed off of things related to their essence. Cordelia's is smoke, thus that's what she eats."

"I see. I don't think Zeke or anyone at the Lab would be so callous as not to let you know what was happening with your Raevan. They probably have so much to do that they sometimes forget to check in with new guardians. You should give them a call. They are all very caring and helpful people." Adrian knew this from first hand experience. If ever there was a question he needed answered, Zeke was more than happy to oblige.

Adrian was just about to open his mouth to thank the younger man for his kind words when Cordelia slowly floated into the room, back from where she'd gone off to cool down. Her air of anger and hostility had been replaced with that of meekness and uncertainty. Not looking directly at either one of them, Cordelia played with the strands of her black hair. "I'm...sorry about blowing up earlier. I know it's not your fault Mr. Rothmore. I know you're just trying to help..."

All Adrian could do was give a soft and amused smile towards his granddaughter. Maybe the sweet girl they all knew was still in there somewhere, just all wrapped up in her ever swirling mess of emotions. He gestured with an open arm for her to come join him. She swayed a bit in indecision before finding comfort in his embrace as he wrapped that arm tight around her shoulders, hugging her close to him. It was obvious to anyone watching that no matter how angry or how much the Basilisk acted out, Adrian would always be there with open arms to welcome her back and remind her she wasn't alone in all this.

'Keep positive. Right...' She held back an urge to roll her eyes then. After all, Cordelia had just apologized to the man and she felt she had already been rude enough to him today. It wasn't his fault Ebony left home. It wasn't his fault Cordelia's mood swung from one extreme to the other when thinking about it. No, he was an innocent human that had nothing to do with this, but still wanted to try and help them in whatever way he could. Sighing, the snake softely replied, "I'll try."

"No, thank you! I feel your reading has helped some, if not more." Reaching for his wallet, Adrian added, "And though I'm glad my information about Raevans was helpful to you, I cannot allow you to take that as simple payment. You are, after all, running a business and will most definitely need it for taking care of your own Frei. So please, if you would, ring me up for the session." The man handed over his credit card for Reuben to charge. It was obvious in his stern and steadfast expression that he wasn't taking no for answer.