Larea finally finished detailing her sandwich perfectly, only to look up and discover that Ahmaht was already halfway done with his, and currently in the process of cheering. She had completely ignored everything else while she was creating her masterpiece, and now Zel seemed to be uncomfortable, Ahmaht was overly enthusiastic (though about what she had no clue,) and Sigrun was exactly the same as she had been before. She looked to Zel for a moment with concern, nibbling on the rice ball he handed her a while ago and wondering what was bugging him.