What a blessing it is that not only someone knows how to cook but is willing to do so to share with others so soon after his arrival. If it wasn't for the gracious (or forced, depending how one looks at it) assistance offered by the establishment they've been provided, Roxas wouldn't have as many things done for him as he does like cooking. Or laundry. Or keeping at least a square foot of clean space on the floor, for that matter.

Whoever is responsible for this, Roxas figures while cutting into his house constructed of french toast on a plate, he should at least offer gratitude. Or something. Be grateful, right? That's what people like.

There's quite a few faces present, free food will draw a crowd anywhere, but the one that says 'I'm responsible for this!' is more than likely going to be the one in the kitchen making food, replacing utensils and filling condiments as they run low.

This is probably the person. Watching for a while, because he's going to get that breakfast food in his stomach first damnit, once there's nothing left on his plate (and therefore he's forced to go back to get more) this member of Virgo stands awkwardly in the front of the kitchen inhabiting commotion until noticed, which should happen any second now because a boy standing with an empty plate is going to gain the attention of any good host quick.