Milton had just been sitting there, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he stared at the staff table, waiting for the ginger to give her speech so he could eat. He was starving and it didn't help that they were already delayed by the stupid train malfunction and having to help shovel people onto the carriages.

And he still didn't have his cookies from Kurumi yet. He still wanted them, and no, he did not care what the Aparecium said.

"Finally," he muttered when the speech ended and the food was miraculously before them. Milton snapped out of his daze and scooped some food onto his plate.