I guess the diet is different, where you come from.

[Demon world still confuses him considerably, but maybe Cielo not knowing anything about food at least makes sense; he's definitely missing knowledge in other areas, too, but this is one of those where the camp is more educational than not. He has no idea what regular camp kitchens look like, but theirs has seen plenty of excitement.

Lenka is just taking small, absent nibbles. He's still not sure if he's hungry or not -- his appetite goes mysteriously missing after executions, along with everything else.]

I feel like... food magic should be a thing.

[It's mumbled around the bread, his heart not really in it, but nevertheless there's a faint thread of appreciation for the food. He always will appreciate it, on some level: having enough to eat, being able to pick from so many different types of food.]