[ It's long enough, that he was actually just considering calling out to the other again, a tinge of worry back up in his expression. There's something... off, he can tell that much. And even if he couldn't, the question his companion asks next tips him off more than anything else ever could have. ]

Ah... No? We talked about going to the dining hall at school, remember?

[ Seriously, what is wrong with Ouma? Is he messing with him again in some weird, convoluted way? But it doesn't feel like it this time, so just in case... he still patiently explains. ]

It has time slots assigned for each meal through the day... so if we go too late, we'll miss the right hours and there probably won't be any food on display. Though I guess... we could still use the kitchen to cook for ourselves.

[ Not that he expects Ouma to have any interest in doing that; and frankly, he skips it too if he can. He can make simple dishes, but... why bother when it's a lot easier to just conform to a given schedule? Besides, the whole point was to make sure Ouma eats a healthy meal for once; that's better achieved if they get actual food that was prepared with that in mind.

...Damn it. That still doesn't help his worries. Give him a minute maybe, he's thinking about what to ask. ]