[He's going for the chocolate and the strawberries. Maybe he can combine them if he tries hard enough?? What are these strange confectioneries, does he want to know..... do they talk. Do they wiggle.

Cid hums as he gathers up food, excluding the day-old stuff, and starts investigating all the writing utensils for nametagging. Hmmmmm... Tatara gets a side-glance.]

Dunno about that? I haven't decided how much I wanna join whatever this is, anyway. [a scribble, a dash of glitter, and then he hands Tatara a nametag in blood-red scribble that says WANNABE CULT LEADER] I'm just some student who happens to know some magic. Don't you have, like, magic police or whatever for missing persons cases?