Mizure didn't really hear when sheila sat down while she was stuffing her face with any cold food she could find. Natsuru understood but was starting to get hungry as well, then suddenly he felt a small pain that reached from his nose to his lower lip but what really surprised him was that he smelled the faintest scent of cinnamon, then Mizure finally looked up from her plate of cold cuts and screamed "Natsuru you shifted your nose into a dog muzzle!" Natsuru began panicking and hiding his face with his small hands.