[Ah. It's the bat. He'd taken to ignoring the thing when he caught it out of the corner of his eye as he sat at his window, but being directly spoken to makes that a little difficult. Mostly because why the fuck is a bat speaking to him.

And why is a bat so concerned about what is or isn't made by humans... When is a bat or a bird just going to be a bat or a bird? He hates this damn school.]

Imagine being served something where the one making it doesn't distinguish between flour and ash, and glass may as well be a delicacy. At least it adds texture, and that's all you can hope for. Seasoning is pointless. Whatever you eat, it's all the same, so eat whatever you're given.

[IT SUCKS]