An amused scoff sets the tone for Mitsuki's reply. "Do we have milk. Of course!" Mitsuki is not unaware of the fact that being in the carnival is making him even smaller than he used to be, nor of the fact that milk never helped him in the past, but he's not about to give up on it yet, so it's always in the fridge. He gets a couple of glasses out and pours one for himself and one for Chiaki.

"Do you want any, Tamaki?"