Sora was at his cleanest for the dinner. His mother always told him to shower thoroughly (he smelled extra nice) and to wear clean clothing (Goofy did the laundry) for holiday dinners. He hoped to mirror a prince with how well he was presenting himself.

Jay's abrupt halt came as a surprise. "Jay?" He stopped and turned to face him, head tilted in confusion. Worry, an uncommon emotion for the boy, flashed across his features. "Are you okay? Did you just hurt your ankle?" Sora shortened the already small length between them and put a hand on his arm. "Let me see."