Toki manages to keep his plate upright and avoid any food falling to the floor. He looks over at the kid who bumped into him, and he's... interesting. Wearing the uniform when it wasn't required? Why? Toki raises an eyebrow when the kid starts talking like some overly-formal old man, but at least he spoke Japanese. He seems flustered and genuinely contrite.

“It's okay! No harm done!”

The kid's plate is piled high with assorted meats, and Toki doesn't ask permission before he snatches a piece from the top of the mound and adds it to his own plate.

“That looks good. Is there always this much food?”