The room was staying pretty empty today, it seemed - maybe that was why the nurse had dragged him in there? Did they maybe have some kind of room quota to fill? Yukito amused himself with that thought for a moment as he idly poked at a container of dried macaroni. He'd much rather have it cooked and eaten it than turned it into some kind of strange art project, but...well, it wasn't as though he had anything else pressing to do right now.

Two others in the room seemed to be arguing over something, though he couldn't really hear what they were saying, and Yukito's attention was focused in that direction with a small worry that maybe someone should intervene, when he was distracted again by the arrival of someone else at his table. He wasn't about to object to company (of the friendly sort, that was; he'd read some interesting things about other patients on the board lately) and he directed a cheerful grin in the young man's direction.

"Afternoon," he observed, gesturing toward the pile of seemingly random supplies on the table in front of him. "Ever dreamed of making necklaces out of dry pasta? If so, you're set." There was even glitter to decorate it with, if someone wanted to pick it up off the floor. Someone had apparently been having a lot of fun last shift.