[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. ]

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[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Uhhh normal people that hear cool names they've never heard before? He just kind of... shrugs... not finding anything weird...]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Zuko doesn't say anything but glances at him again. Odd. Okay, back to eating.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[YOU TWO ARE SILLY. Oh look, Egypt is done eating. ...Ignore some of the stuff he left untouched, hot dog included. How about Zuko? They should probably head to class or something now.]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Nope, Zuko's finishing up his soup and about to finish up his wrap. He glances over at Egypt's tray.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Hey bro that's kinda impolite... but they probably just have different customs here, right? Right.]

...Kinda full. [Kind of. Next time he'll eat everything. Once he knows what's what.]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[They're so awkward, it hurts.

Zuko nods but says nothing since he has a mouth full of food. He waits until he's done chewing to respond.]

Yeah... It was good, though.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Egypt will gladly take Fire Prince Awkward over someone on the loud and pushy side.]

Ah — Zuko? [Forgive the slightly-off pronunciation, but now that he's got someone with him who's been in the Garden for a long time, he wants to ask.]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[He looks over with some more of his wrap stuffed in his cheek.]

Mmphf? (Yeah?)

[biladi.livejournal.com]

Know where this is? [He takes a second to look for something he pocketed away — a scrap of folded paper? He smoothes it out on the table and points to his next class after lunch: INT 101. Please don't mind the scribbles in another language here and there. Those are directions/notes about the classes he went to this morning.]

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Zuko looks down at where he's pointing while chewing. He waits until he's done swallowing to respond, nodding.]

It's my next class. On the 2F.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Oh, sweet. What a nice coincidence. Maybe...]

Can I follow you?

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Sure.