Billy hadn't used the Sensoriums to imagine a better meal for a while. Something about the cold, tasteless slop routine was compelling in its own way. And hey, if he tried hard enough, he could imagine that it was unsweetened oatmeal. Almost.

He searched for a table, piece of tray in hand. Now where should he sit? Ah---he spotted Shoutarou fairly quickly. He was alone. That had never been the usual for him, had it?

It was time for Billy to investigate. He chose that table for a seat, waving his crunchy piece of tray in front of Shoutarou's face. "Hey. Are you going to eat?"