'The older you get' ... Just how long will it take for the boy to go through the worlds, and partake within his adventure?
Xehanort flexed a hand, feeling the light aches through the joints, despite him taking care of his body over the years. "Groin,'' he repeated, committing it to memory. He nodded.
He lifted an eyebrow. "Would seafood count in that area?" .. he couldn't just give up on sugar. Some days, especially now, that was all he ran on. Even when he skipped days of eating, sometimes, due to research and being the leader of the Organization.
"How about - high calorie snacks? The opportunity to sit down isn't exactly the highest." That'd be easier, less interfering.
He fell silent, thinking around the schedule for tomorrow.
He had wanted to do an Organization meeting at some point during the afternoon ... "Would you be able to create an appointment for after ... oh, let's say, 3 o'clock?" He questioned.
"The meat is for building up muscle and support for your spine. The less meat you have right now, the more your spine will weaken."
"I'll be here all day, so yes. I can create the ointment by then, plus the recipe to note down because I know your a traveller of sorts."
"As long as you exercise your lower area, joint aches should be lessened."
"At least be grateful your not obese like other noblemen. Their problems are much harder to deal with, and they perish at the thought of a strict diet."