Viola gets up and walks up the stairs to the kitchen, stopping short as she sees the size of the helpings. "Wow... um... is it your birthday or something?" she asked, taking a plate and a glass of juice and sitting down at the table. "This seems like a... lot of food just for breakfast." She looked down at the plate, then took an apple out of her pouch anf set it next to the food. "Now it's balanced, at least." Shrugging, she began to eat, making sure to use proper table manners.