Having been awake for a good while Tezuka had been aware of the kitchen being occupied thanks to the rambunctiousness of its inhabitants. Closing his laptop there was however one task he could not postpone until peace and quiet had returned.

Reaching into the paper bag containing his new purchases he felt along the books until his fingers encountered a innocuous foil wrapped item. Drawing it out he gave the hapless mint an unhappy look, holding it gingerly as he made his way to the door and then outside, heading toward the commotion.

“Good Morning.” He politely greeted Kirihara and Zaizen with a small nod. Then, skirting deftly around the apparent battleground he approached the counter, hesitating for a moment upon reaching the trash.