Danny sat balanced in a modified lotus-position on a chair, observing the general goings on in the room. He was being taught how to consume these strange flatcakes by a creature that looked like one of the more bizarre roof decorations back home, an older boy who claimed to be an alien had just drank reduced tree sap like water, and another had come in with just about the most arrogant aura he'd ever seen coming off of anyone who wasn't Brother Davos.

Obviously all of this was going to take even more getting used to than the bustle and the craziness of Earth in general, so for now he took a breath and let all of those concerns go, focusing instead on the food in front of him. He wasn't sure he trusted the syrup after an alien had been drinking it, but considering it was traditional it was probably rude not to use it so he poured some on. The lack of any proper utensils for eating them was troubling though. Improvising the best he could he picked up a knife and began slicing his stack of cakes with quick, precise motions, then stabbing the little sections with the knife and eating them that way.

It was like enlightenment if the Buddha-nature was made of candy. If the path of worldly temptation was lined with challenges such as these, he was going to have to rethink his travel plans a little. In fact if he hadn't been trained to handle worse shocks before this he probably would have fallen right out of his chair. Even the fact that this place was technically his punishment for his transgressions dimmed in the face of pancake-based distractions. In fact he was beginning to think that it might not actually be so bad if life was going to be like this.

"Excuse me, roof-decoration-man! Are these flatcakes something you eat often?"