[That might be for the best, because when Mickey does, it's more or less a signal that it's okay to return his own attention back to his food. The fork's still held awkwardly in his hand, but he turns it to start cutting at the stack of pancakes. He stabs a square, hesitates, and then pops it in his mouth.
He's eaten these before. And he likes them.
He blinks, wondering why pictures of a small, cramped apartment and a man with dark hair and a kind smile who's much taller than him are suddenly assaulting him. It's enough to make him set the fork aside and push the plate of food back from him, almost like he's expecting it to get up and bite him back.
Is this going to keep happening with everything he encounters here?]
Dining Hall
He's eaten these before. And he likes them.
He blinks, wondering why pictures of a small, cramped apartment and a man with dark hair and a kind smile who's much taller than him are suddenly assaulting him. It's enough to make him set the fork aside and push the plate of food back from him, almost like he's expecting it to get up and bite him back.
Is this going to keep happening with everything he encounters here?]