The scent of tea and baked goods reminds him of a cafe, and he follows it from the hospital room and down the corridor. He hasn't wandered far when he finds the man who offers an amicable hello and a muffin - Subaru catches it.

"I don't think I'm really hungry," he says as he studies it in his hand. It feels real. It smells as appetizing as a normal muffin would. And when was the last time he ate?