"It's gonna have to be, I'm making it for Mr. Hughes' birthday. It's at the end of the month." Sora puts his leg up and rests his foot gently on the pew in front of them. His posture is horrible, but he sticks his notebook on his thigh and continues writing. "I was thinking about cupcakes for my birthday. It's in a week. You want some?" He'd been planning a dinner, but isn't sure if he'd want to celebrate it if Soldat's in a way. He's definitely down for handing out some food, though. Meeting people is just as good as a party, to him. Same purpose.