Mario might've appreciated the Firaga, but it's not what he's thinking about, right now. His ears are still full of pressure, of water, of...

Oh! Breakfast? It breaks the spell over Mario, and he blinks, turning away from staring at those depths and looking at Brain properly.

"Oh, yeah!" he says. "Sure, breakfast sounds-a pretty good."

He doesn't care what time it is, either. "...I just-a hope there aren't too many more of these things on the way to the cafeteria. I hate to step on them!"