Klonoa looks at the milk. "They do..?" He says, and leans down slightly to sniff it before pulling himself upright again. "No, not a single one seems to want to talk to me." He says, stretching his arms out before he glances down, beginning to count on his fingers.

"Uh, let's see.. One, two...

"Four hours?" He says, looking up from his hands. "Or.. maybe it was three and a half."