As the two were fighting, Trinh had just barely walked to concessions. Before they could notice, Trinh nonchalantly made his way to the shopkeeper and asked if he could have the last pudding. When asked about the fight, Trinh feigned ignorance, playing himself off as a confused foreigner. Trinh insisted that the pudding was his, and after parting with a few points, it was. Dropping the cup in his bag, Trinh did not even bat an eye at the fight before leaving. Most students were at the club rooms, so Trinh reasoned that his bedroom must have been empty. It was time to nap.

Trinh walked with a bit of bounce in his step. It was a good day. Classes were easy, nobody bothered him, and he made off with the last pudding cup. When he finally got to his room, he knocked first to see if anyone was there. Before a response could be given, he walked into the room, dropped his bag, and slung his rifle. Trinh then unzipped his bag, pulled out his pudding cup and realized he had forgotten to get a spoon.