... he'd never heard anything about any lucky stars.

Seized for a moment by unerring panic, Stork pulled open his bagged breakfast again and began digging through it, looking desperately for any sign of a star before pausing and turning his attention back to the too-happy boy sitting next to him.

This could just be a way of tormenting him - if this kid really was a psychopath in disguise. If he thought clearly, everything would be okay. Well, no, it wouldn't, but it might make him feel a little better.

"What. Star." Stork kept his hands poised on the edges of the bag, ready to resume his search or use it as a projectile should either instance become necessary.