As had been suggested, Roxas was helping himself to some of the fruit in the bowl and some tea while waiting for the meal to be finished.

"Hey," he muttered, not even looking her way when Ren entered the kitchen. He had his own things to think of, though among them was the curious phenomenon of the Onion being awfully well behaved at the moment. That usually means mischief, but Roxas just doesn't care at the moment.