Scar frowned but soon dropped it. He would just find a way to get back. Instead, he turned his attention to the breakfast she had placed before him.

"I can't eat that." The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. For once, he wasn't being deathly serious. His tone even began to imply it, if only a little bit.

"It's too..." cute. Scar cut himself off, leaning to take a closer look at the dish.