If Marco is here long enough, he will absolutely join Jean in devouring all kinds of junk food. For now, though, he simply stands back and watches as Jean makes him a sandwich.

Jean looks exactly the same--his hair is perhaps a trifle longer, but not so significantly different that it causes alarm--but the way he moves isn't. He moves with a quiet confidence Marco has never seen him possess before, not at all blustering or aggressive like Shadis, but smooth and easy, the way Dot Pixis moves through a crowd. He moves like an adult, like a man, and for the first time since he's known Jean, Marco feels young. Jean has matured and left him behind.

Marco pushes that thought aside when Jean offers him a sandwich. "Thank you." He lifts it, marveling at the softness of the bread, and only balks a little when he sees how much meat is in it. He opens his mouth to question if this much food is okay, but then his stomach growls loudly, and he bites into the sandwich instead.

Marco chews, swallows, his eyes widening in surprise as the flavors explode in his mouth, and then he attacks the sandwich with gusto, practically inhaling it. What? It's really good!