[Sebastian takes a moment to stare down at his own hand. ...Well. Surely this suffices. A child's form is only an inconvenience if one plays by human rules. He's not sure why he was even annoyed about it earlier this morning - and why, for that matter, he insisted on going out buying new clothes when he could just have procured them out of thin air at a moment's notice.]
Hmm? Oh, nothing, nothing...
[He casts a look at the mess that is the bakery. On that note, why was he so angry moments ago about this? It's just human rubbish. So what if he put in all that work into it? It's not like it matters. What matters is...]
Goodness, but I am famished.
[Why on Earth has he gone so long being so hungry? How ridiculously pointless.]