[No, Riku's still out cold in his warm breakfast. He's at least turned so he's not face-down anymore, but that does nothing for the dignity he's unwittingly lost. Then again, dignity seems to be a rare commodity for him, here. His face is stained with strawberries and his hair smeared with whipped cream. Yet he looks fairly peaceful, and there's a hint of a smile on his face. Riku mumbles something about wood.]