Near the start of the day, Hokuto didn't have to worry about how well she ate; she'd have something healthy for dinner, and six hours or more was plenty of time for her system to deal with the grease a lot of her favorite foods were loaded with. Being a teenager, she could handle almost anything as long as it tasted good, but she didn't want to risk feeling sick during a battle for two reasons. She grabbed pizza and chocolate milk, then looked for someone to sit with.

Yet another white-haired person caught her eye; how come Landels had so many? Once he had her attention, she saw how down he looked. He was hardly the only one, but knowing she was almost alone in wanting to be here, Hokuto felt something of an obligation to cheer people up.

Putting her tray across from him, she asked, "Do you mind if I sit here?"