[Though the past contestant whom Feferi imitated at the ball can clearly be seen greeting her fellow troll girl, she does not fight her way through the designated killers' group hug mob. In fact, she is nowhere to be seen for quite a few hours after the investigation commences onscreen. Only at half-past noon does Kanaya drift back into the theater, bringing with her the distinct scent of Nagumo clan cuisine. A bento reconstructed from paperboard movie theater combo boxes rests in her softly glowing hands. The soft drink contains warm green tea, a cardboard candy wrapper protects a squishy aburage, and the central popcorn repository is host to ample portions of rice and beef cutlets soaked in sauce from shamefully cheap packets. The carrot slices are in stiff chunky zigzags given the limitations of plastic knives.]
It's about time for lunch, Ms. Yukimura. You seemed a little preoccupied.
EVEN LATER THAN YUYUKO...
It's about time for lunch, Ms. Yukimura. You seemed a little preoccupied.