[Oh, come on. It may be free, but why else would Nezumi bring so much food? Even if this bread was as good as his mother's (and it isn't - he already knows that much), Shion probably couldn't even eat a third of it by himself if he tried. He'd honestly be fine with just coffee, especially when it was made so perfectly. The world may be harsh, but is it really so bad to take joy in the simple pleasures of life?]

It was only March when I left home, so I don't think I can call myself eighteen just yet. [Grinning, he pulls the chair at the nearby desk up next to his own. Sitting on top of the desk like that is rude, you know!]