The past week or so hadn't been the best ever for Roxas. More than one emotionally-intense encounter had left him feeling a little drained for a while. But there wa sone thing that always helped fortify a teenage (or virtually-teenage) boy:

Food.

waffles weren't normally something he had outside of breakfast time, but why not? They were good, filling, and didn't cost a lot of munny. By that logic, he wasn't too surprised when he spotted his roommate with a stack of them. He grinned as he made his way over to the table and slammed his own tray down.

"Looks like someone's hungry."