Vivi lets out a thoughtful hum at the explanation, having never heard of the saying before. His head comes up just above the table, but he doesn't mind. It's almost always been this way. He's careful to eat slowly, taking a most of the yogurt and a slice of strawberry. The spoon seemingly disappears into his mouth as he lets out a delighted squeal, much like the first time he tried a strawberry roll his grandfather made.

"It's really good!" The mage reaches over for a napkin and dabs his mouth before scooping up for a blueberry this time. After another bite, his eyes seem to glow brighter.

"Thank you, Mister Daryl."