Riki grumbles, and just ignores him for a few moments, but... ugh. "Fine." He needs to eat, and he knows it. Can't be much worse than some of the dinners he'd had at the orphanage. At least it might be less loud.

In about ten minutes, he drags himself out from the bedroom and into the kitchen, his uniform discarded for just a basic orange shirt and some khaki shorts. He sits himself at the table, and doesn't speak for a bit, just stares at the table.