[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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[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..! ]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

A-ah — no.

[ Goodness, a miscommunication so soon. It's too early for this, Egypt! You will not survive in this foreign academy if this becomes a habit. ]

You can sit first...

[brightens]

Oh! Okay..!

[ So, she does, sliding the seat out, brushing down her skirt and... Plopping down. ]

[ She doesn't really understand why he stood up, though. ]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[ Okay, back down we go. Herping the derp on his first day of classes. Good job, Egypt. ]

[ Maybe asking about the food will distract from that. Gesturing to the hot dog on his still-untouched plate, ] What's in these...?

[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?

[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]

[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.]

[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.]

[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]

[Hah! Damian can't help smirking as he takes a seat next to Egypt. He keeps halal much less strictly, even if he's got a veggie burger today--they just taste better than hamburgers] This world's never heard of halal, but they comply with it if you show them how.

[after a moment, he pauses, says bismillah, and starts to eat his burger] Your first day here, ahki?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[With a nod,] Hassan. [But ahki is good by him.]

[Egypt mimics him before trying a bit of his own lunch. Still kinda wary of half this stuff, but he can't exactly go hungry... need to eat something.]

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

Guess you could call it that.

[He glanced down at the hot dog he was just... kind of fiddling with. Hm. You gonna eat that? [He punctuated that with a nice, big bite of his own burger. He was pretty hungry. Starving, even. He was eating and his stomach was still growling at him.]

[brightens]

Mmm... I don't know. [ She looks at it for a moment. ]

But... It's called a hot dog, isn't it..? So...

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[he holds a finger to his food as he swallows a bite] Damian Razem. I've been here for about... [he takes a moment to count, then looking slightly alarmed] six months now.

Place isn't bad when you get used to it. Nor's the food.

Really, the worst part is that I haven't figured out which direction to pray in. Turns out the Ka'aba doesn't exist here. [forgive Damian, he's a little too excited to see another Muslim after so long]

[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]

[Egypt raises a brow when he hears that. Six months? He doesn't... want to be stuck here that long. Nowhere near that much time, even if his stay is "comfortable".]

Using same direction as home... [Just trying to make the best of what's here.]

[Excitement is A-OK. Egypt is way happier than he looks at finding someone who shares the same world as him — and the same faith, too!]