He was a little odd, this man he'd sat next to: strange little melancholy smiles, sudden shifts in demeanor - almost like he was picking his moods rather than genuinely experiencing them, like this was a show. But then, being here for a while probably wore people down to the point where they became too tired for honesty anyway. Niikura wasn't going to give it much thought, not when this conversation was just small talk at the breakfast table.

He smiled - a small, casual one that conveyed his willingness to let the matter drop. "I wasn't gonna tackle you for it, ya know." He lounged back in his chair, letting an arm drape carelessly over the back. "Just makin' sure it wouldn't be goin' to waste in case your appetite didn't decide to spontaneously flip-flop."