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Lockhartian 
"Do you like superheroes, Conan?" yeah, he was changing the subject for a moment, perhaps if what he had planned worked out, then he'd stop thinking about the food.
And, mmmm, perhaps it would be a good idea for Treyen to make sure there was food at the Great Hall before Conan entered, so he wouldn't happen to see it appear out of thin air.
"A week," he smiled, but he was absolutely concerned for his savior, "Conan...if I make you a sandwich...will you eat it?" at least he had to eat something, right? Unfortunately, Treyen couldn't much more than sandwiches...though...does Kurumi cook?
Superheroes? Did he like them?
"I guess I like them. But it isn't my main point of focus." Conan was unsure about what that had to do with magic. Because everyone knew that superheroes weren't real, AND they got their powers from gamma rays and toxic spills. Not real though. Like magic. Magic was not real.
Conan's eyes widened, and his tummy rumbled in response to Treyen's offer. He wanted a sandwich. He nodded to the older boy sitting next to him. He wanted a chicken and bacon sandwich with mayo. And he wanted it cut into the shape of Mickey Mouse, like his mummy made.