Rice seems ready. Sora turns the heat down a little so he can hunt for the milk and butter. "I see..." He has a lot of questions about that, but he's not terribly certain how to ask them. They all have to do with death after all, and he'd, well, just. Does it ever get easier? Do you feel like you're ready?

"Do things seem different? Like, do you remember how the world looked when you were younger?" Sora pauses, then scratches his nose. "I mean, you know, besides being here in Beacon. I mean before you died."