Feeling a little uncertain, Naminé chose a seat next to Xion, who she felt the most comfortable with. Xion was one of her first friends, someone she knew could and would protect her if something happened. Not that Naminé expected anything to happen here.

She smiled, though, looking back up at Yorda. "You didn't need to make so much for us." And to be honest, Naminé wasn't used to such. But it was... nice to think that someone liked them all enough to cook for them. That was another thing friends did, right?