[In the end, he was just a little too discomfited by tea from a clearly suspicious kitchen, and it likely isn’t going to be a great atmosphere for breakfast just now anyway. Nevertheless, Jack finds himself drawn to the bakery almost as if by habit, the smell of breads and baking in the morning always enough to wake him even from far away.

This morning, though. Well. It probably doesn’t smell quite as nice. This is terrible.]

Miss Yuri... It doesn’t seem as though any of our food spaces have been spared...

[This is truly terrible!!]