Uh-oh. Manabu knows that zombie walk; he's often the one doing that! He lets the boy shuffle up to the dining level unbothered, himself a bit encumbered with foodstuffs and not fit for a chat in the middle of the corridor, but once he has a chance to set it all down in the kitchen, he climbs up the stairs and peers in to where Peter eventually faceplanted.

"Ah...I, I see you already grabbed a drink," he remarks, trying to keep his voice both loud enough to be heard but not...abrasive. Weird balance. He should've started with a bit of throat-clearing, he thinks. "I've already started getting the kitchen set up. Did...you want to be the first one to taste-test breakfast?"