Anthony sat down, looking at the food and then at Elijah and then back at the food and then back at Elijah, totally unsure of whether he should start eating or not or if that would be impolite or something. The food looked good, but he waited for Elijah to do something before he himself even tried to do something. He definitely wasn't used to a breakfast as fancy as this. Well, it wasn't fancy, really, but for Anthony it was.