[01, action] Is this edible...?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[ It's lunchtime in the cafeteria! Are you hungry? One of the new students sitting by himself... isn't. If he is hungry, he doesn't seem to be touching any of the food he got yet.

He almost seems perplexed with the way he's studying his plate, one lone hot dog teetering back and forth on the edge while he pokes at it with a fork. America likes loves hot dogs, which automatically makes it a questionable food item.

Egypt forgot to ask what they put in these things — forgot to ask what the rest of the stuff on his plate was, too. Is any of this halal? One of the regular students fixed up the Lunch of Assorted Foreign Mysteries after his indecision started holding up the line. She was the one that put the last hot dog on his tray (much to the chagrin of the guy behind them).

...Maybe he'll save that for last. ]

Comments

[brightens]

[ Someone else is here for lunch as well, and she can sympathize, considering how odd all of the food not only looked but tasted when she'd first started eating it. It had been as shocking in taste as it had been when she'd had to switch from eating Gran Pulse food to Cocoon food, and now from that food to the food at Garden... Even if it wasn't as big a change, she'd still taken quite some time to stare down the item known as the 'hot dog' before deciding not to eat it, not able to stop imagining the cute little creatures she'd heard about wagging their tails at her, and someone chopping them off and— oh! She didn't want to think about! ]

[ ... And she really hoped it wasn't actually a dog, with how popular it was. How could anyone eat something so... So... Cute?! Especially when there was other food around! ]

[ Naturally, she'd skipped on the dog, and she was wandering looking for a place to sit with her tray, when she'd spotted him just... Sitting there... Staring down his food. ]

Ah...

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[ Egypt glances up when he hears someone closeby and stops poking at the hot dog. Yeah, he knows it's bad manners to play with food... Or maybe this student is just looking for a place to eat? A second glance is taken to scan the rest of the cafeteria's seating. Is it crowded right now? ]

[ Uh, let's hope she has nothing to say about his table manners and that our offer is correct. ]

Need a seat?

[brightens]

Ah... Yep, kind of! [ She moves over to the seat across from him to set her tray down, and points down at the chair. ]

It's not taken, right?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

Nuh uh. [ He shakes his head and stands up slowly. Oh, he's not going anywhere. Just gonna wait for her to sit first. ]

[brightens]

[ Not that... She understands manners, or anything like that. ]

Are you leaving?

[ But..! ]

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Another questionable food item would probably be the hamburger- particularly, one like the kind that this pilot was munching on right now.

He didn't exactly wait until he fetched a table before he started eating. He was hungry. This place was decently hard work, he had to admit. It made him work up an appetite.

Hm, there was that lone student sitting all by himself. What a shame. Might as well ensure that he has some sort of company.

That is, if Egypt minded company reclining right on the table.]

You a loner or something, guy?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Company is totally cool. Preferred, really. Maybe he'll blend in more if he's talking with the other students.

Egypt stops playing with his food and looks up, shaking his head.]

Nuh uh... just new.

[Being a loner in an alien world is one of the last things he wants.]

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[Maybe the company Egypt received could be considered one of the lesser-preferred people by some, but... hey, it's something.

He grinned. Just new. So he also got reeled in from wherever he came from. Huh.]

Really, eh? Didn't come on your own free will or what? [He'd heard of such cases already.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[The grin's acknowledged (seems like a nice guy so far), but not returned.]

"Unexpected vacation". [One way of putting it. The Headmaster made a good case for staying in the Garden — for now, at least.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Pinged by the clothes! Damian immediately makes a beeline for the guy, even though he technically promised a classmate from WTR that he'd eat lunch with her.]

You gonna eat that? [gestures to the hot dog] It's pretty good.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Not sure yet if getting pinged is a good thing or not. Egypt contemplated getting rid of the headscarf while putting on the Garden uniform this morning, but... he's too attached to it.]

Uh... don't know what's in it.

[Everyone keeps saying it's good, but...]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Oh. [taking a wild stab in the dark and assuming this guy's Muslim too] It's beef, but not halal in the strictest sense. If you want to keep it, you're probably better off grabbing the salad.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Judging by the way his brows raise and his posture straightens the slightest bit, Damian hit the mark. Holy crap, there's someone else from Earth here, too?] Ah — okay.

[Some vegetables and stuff on his plate, too... Let's just stick to those today.]

[fierybluebird]

Vegetarian?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[headshake] Not used to this food...

[Half of it he hasn't seen before. The other half looks like things other countries make, but not Egypt.]

[fierybluebird]

Well, different world, bound to be big differences like that I guess, eh.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[With a sigh, he leans back in his chair and puts down any utensils he was holding.] Wish it weren't so.

[eggplantallergy]

[Peers over his shoulder in wonder. How is this hot dog not falling down to the floor yet?]

You shouldn't play with your food, you know.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Glancing over at her— wait, him. That long hair is pretty confusing.]

Y-yeah...

[Caught and called out on it! Egypt will just... stop doing that now.]

[eggplantallergy]

[Not the first time he's mistaken for a woman. And perhaps not the last.]

Are hot dogs not your thing?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Good thing Egypt doesn't comment on these kinds of things out loud. Isn't the long hair a pain to deal with?]

[With a shake of his head,] Not really.

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Egypt, meet Zuko. Zuko, meet Egypt.

The firebender eyes the other male as he sits down next to him, setting his tray down on the table. He glances over but says nothing, moving around his utensil in his bowl of food.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Sup Zuko. Damn, what happened to your face?

Egypt raises his head when he notices the table isn't so loner-ish anymore. Nods hello and stops playing with his food, too.

Wait, what did that guy get for lunch? Can't look... must be polite...]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Oh, it isn't anything special. Some wraps and a bowl of soup at request.

Zuko takes a bite of his wrap, chews in silence as he looks around the cafeteria, and then glances over again.

He's not good at idle chitchat, but...]

... You just get here?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

Mhm.[He nods, making eye contact as he does so. It's k bro, any kind of chitchat (or lack thereof) is fine by him.] You?