He watched as she took care in her choices, sparsely populating her plate with little refreshments. Either she was extremely picky or appropriately cautious. It didn't matter which. Whatever the reason, she was clearly wrong.

With a final grimace at his one, small plate, Kamui got to work. He piled a literal mountain of food atop his foundation, grabbing at least three of everything on the table. Not a minute later, his selection was taller than he could reach. He had to toss a handful of cookies up to the peak. Still, he eyed his leaning tower critically, uncertain if it was enough to satisfy him.

"What do they care how much we eat? They're dead."