Nothing draws Raph faster to a table than a bunch of delicious food. And to him, all food is delicious.

He's been wandering about the banquet hall several times now, but his attention perks when Shu waves him over. He perks even more when he sees the pot of rice on her little table, hustling over in anticipation for another meal.

...That is, until he learns he's not going to be eating just yet. "Making? Is it not already made?"