[Sora has...a lot on his mind, thanks to life being complicated, so the Sphere is recording him staring blankly at the grilled cheese sandwiches that he's making, not paying much attention to the smoke that has started to rise from the charred crusts]

W-wait! Hey! What d'you mean, I have to have a 'dining partner?' I'm hungry! [Sora is having an argument with the cafeteria as a whole; he kicks the machine with one scuffed-up tennis shoe and growls in frustration]

Just give me some food! I don't care if you try to pass off soup for tea again---I need something.

[another dry mechanical request ( Read more... )