...Well, that was...odd. Hikaru looked up to see a boy--a very young looking boy, though there was always the possibility that he had a weird Honey-senpai thing going on--being shepherded into the room and then going straight to the notebook in his desk to...copy drawings? The Host looked up from his dinner, eyebrow raised, but didn't comment.

After about five minutes, he looked up again to see the boy still drawing.

"Hey," he said as gently as he could. "Uh...your dinner's getting cold. Don't you want any?"