[He shrugs, defeated. Even Michel can't make everyone happy, and he knows that.]

Tch. If you say so...you know, we're all entitled to our opinions. I can understand of you hate all of this...I've met someone else like that too...

[Plus you're like what, 15? He's had this phase, he can't imagine what it's like when you've got magical shit added in. He takes out from the white bag the bento box he had bought at a restaurant on his way here. He had been coming here to relax before running into the sound of shooting and demonic birds.]

Want some?

[It looked pretty fresh.]