it's 6, just as expected, since, that's how time works, but the time is relevant because this is the time where a specific being wakes up, gets out of bed, and begins to make a grand breakfast of waffles, eggs (heart shaped, of course), bowl of sweet fruits, and some other little things. one might call it "grand" or "a bit much", but he calls it "enough to satisfy all morning needs", and once he's done, he makes his way down to the bedroom, which, for thematic consistency, is mushroom theme

despite his foot beans being sizeable due to him being a regulus and all, he's impressively quiet, before putting the tray of all that food on the bedside counter, and speaking, the lad speaks quietly, but enough to probably be heard

"i made you something...and, i couldn't decide whether to make you tea, coffee, or milk, so i made all three, if that's alright..."

he sits on the edge of the bed while looking at a calendar, specifically the day, and how, against his will and despite his protests, was marked the day that his first therapy session starts. he looks unbothered, but is quite disappointed that it was needed for him