Sonic still had one ear keyed on the conversation - he wanted to know just how the jerk was gonna weasel his way out of it - but the arrival of food definitely had the majority of his attention. He'd been singin' for his supper long enough - it was time to enjoy it.

Except that the food's arrival presented an entirely new problem - how to go about eating it. Somehow he wasn't expecting this "ramen" stuff to be soup, and there weren't any spoons around. Huh.

Lucky for him, he didn't have near the inhibitions about manners that Naminé did, so he had no problem picking up the bowl and slurping down the soup, noodles and all. He hadn't really noticed the chopsticks, let alone considered their use as utensils.