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The young Shi'ar had found a box of Cheerios and seemed quite content with that.

Keep with his [i]casual Tuesday[/i] theme, the boy applied the same minimalist philosophy to the dining experience as he did in dressing for the dining experience. To wit, in addition to pants-less breakfast, the t-shirt clad Shi'ar was skipping the dishes and the just munching handfuls of the cereal straight out of the box. Sally seemed to have some rather big ideas about what all breakfast was supposed to involve, but Syaoran had a yellow box in hand and it worked for him.

And a Capri Sun juice box.

Humans seemed to have some kind of preference for the interspecies consumption of bovine lactation. Which, in the grand scheme of things humans did that were really, [i]really[/i] strange... that had to be near the top of the list. 

Either way, no milk for Sy. Dry cereal and juice. Breakfast of extraterrestrial champions.

There seemed like there was a lot of noise coming from outside of the kitchen. The young Shi'ar could make out a voice that sounded like Drake ([@Draven]) that was muffled through the walls. Turning his head to look over at Ruben, the boy asked, "[color=skyblue]So, if you're not American, then what is your planet called?[/color]"

The boy paused a moment. He had to remind himself that humans maintained a socio-political network of nation-state identities, rather than interplanetary geo-political entities. "[color=skyblue]Or, nation, I mean,[/color]" the boy amended.