Troy grinned to Jubilee when she began making him a bowl as well, and he bumped his shoulder into hers, thankfully. "You could learn a lot from Jubes, Will." Troy smirked and refrained from adding 'He's impolite 'cause he's white'. He did a spinning turn to face the fridge and grabbed the milk for he and Jubilee. It was when he turned back around that he noticed they were now a foursome. He was about to greet the blue-haired woman when she spoke to Jubilee. Hah! Well, at least she had a sense of humor.
... apparently too much of a sense of humor. "What sort of racist cra-" ... he stopped the stream of milk he'd been pouring over his flakes and blinked a few times, before pushing the bowl across the island toward the one he and Will had learned was called 'Morro'. "Here, take it."
A few seconds later, he was blinking again, this time feeling like he'd just walked out of a fog. Definitely not natural. He glanced to Will with a befuddled expression on his face and a new confused demeanor toward the Brotherhooder. He'd wanted his cereal. Hell.