Wano the halfling arrives a few minutes late, already red-faced and with hair out of place. Supplies are crudely stuffed in his various pouches and packs, and despite the fresh stains of pie-filling and honey that mottle his clothes, he seems very interested in all things food-related.
Regardless of the quality of the breakfast the children have, he has nothing but praise for it.. if for nothing more than its coarse, hardy texture that assures the stomach that it had, indeed, eaten.
When lesson-time comes, he would be very eager to assist Auntie Brigita in slicing the bread. If any children care enough to watch the process, he would lecture them on the finer points of a good, bread-slicing stroke (one of the pillars of education, in his stomach's mind). But even a master breadcutter like Wano cannot be perfect all the time .. a few pieces might fall aside here and there, and those little scraps did not have to wait long before being snatched up and into the halfling's speedy mouth.
He would likely spend the rest of the time, unless spoken to, staring awed and hungry at the various flavors of jam and giving hearty nods to Brigita's words, though it's unclear if he was really listening.