Everything? That bordered on gluttonous for the variant--never mind it wasn't Senna's intention to give the impression. As a lifelong picky eater, he never considered the prospect of devouring just anything to be very admirable. "I'm kind of the opposite," he admitted. "I don't like many things. Mashed potatoes are tolerable, though." By which he meant he enjoyed them well enough.

"Friends?" In this place? Despite a brother close by and one trusted individual, he didn't know if either counted. If any counted. Friends were something like Sakura to Rubedo: someone important on both sides. Though he would extend the offer to perhaps Klavier, he would not know if the sentiment would be returned. And rejection was so...

The question had obviously taken the child aback, and without conscious thought, his eyes found their way to his plate. "I don't know." Maybe he didn't.