A girl...?

Samuel wasn't quite emotionally prepared for someone to call his power gross, and he frowned, reaching up to rub at the part of his shoulders that the feathers had sprouted from. He was definitely self conscious about it, even if he shouldn't really have been bothered by what a little girl said.

"How old are you, anyway?" He asked, unclear if snake people even aged the way humans did. "I guess you're younger, or they wouldn't have put us in the same room...?" Or at least that was the theory. He wasn't actually sure how the school handled that sort of thing, and they did technically have separate bedrooms. If he bothered her--or, being realistic, if she bothered him--they could easily retreat to their own room and close the door.

"And I meant just any kind of food. The food here is good--I already ate once." Just that morning, actually.

Eleven was younger than him. In fact, she was like... a third of his lifespan, shaved right off. He supposed if he was forty and she was thirty six, the gap would hardly even count, but between eleven and fifteen? IT seemed like a lifetime.

"I'm fifteen," he clarified, feeling oddly proud of that fact. IT wasn't like being fifteen was actually that interesting or anything, but it felt like something he should be proud of. He was older, and automatically the more responsible of the two of them.

"They have all sorts of things. I had waffles when I went, but they have weird stuff too." He paused to squint at her for a moment, unclear if she'd even eat proper food. "For people who don't eat human food, I guess." What if she ate something gross? He didn't want to watch her eat rats or whatever snakes ate.

Sam shifted uncomfortably at the mention of her eating people, and then shook his head, not at all reassured by her mentioning about birds you could eat.

"Well, uhm... I was more worried about you eating birds, since I might end up a bird at some point." That was the theory, anyway. If he could grow feathers, than maybe one day he could grow wings. Maybe one day he could turn into a bird entirely.

Assuming his roommate wasn't going to eat him.

"Uhm, a waffle is like... bread? I think?" He wasn't entirely clear how one would explain waffles, and he leaned back slightly as she slithered over to him, staring up at him with too-large eyes. "They have a lot of stuff."

Oh dear. Sam was starting to get a good idea why he'd been placed here with a girl so much younger than him. He was completely ignorant about supernatural stuff, and she was completely ignorant about... well, life. Who didn't know what a waffle was?

"No, it - it's okay. It's fine." She wasn't really going to eat him, right? He didn't really think that? It was hard not to think that, but he told himself firmly that she was a thinking, living... well, not human, put a person. So it counted.

"Did you not live in America before you came?" He guessed not, since her name was supposedly African. "Are you even from this earth, or are you from some kind of other world?" Somehow, Samuel found it easier to come to terms with there being multiple worlds than to come to terms with all manner of supernatural creatures running around on his earth.

It really was a bit like an interrogation, but Samuel didn't see it that way. He was simply curious, wondering at all sorts of things he didn't really know.

"The Sahara?" He said, familiar with the desert in theory but not in practice. A lot of things were like that, things he'd heard of in a very general sense but lacked any clear details on. Libya was like that. He knew, in theory, that Libya was a place. He knew that it was a place somewhere in Africa. With a bit of thought, he decided--possibly incorrectly--that it was probably on the north end.

Beyond that, though, he didn't have the slightest idea.

"You lived in a cave?" he said, unclear if that was how Libya was, or simply how snake people were. Probably snake people, considering that she had said she didn't know the name of her own country.

Samuel nodded in response to her question.

"My whole life. It's... normal? I guess I don't really have anything to compare it with. I lived with my mom, and then I went to school, and then I went home." Not so much school until he'd arrived at the academy, but it was there in theory, even if he'd been prevented from attending for most of the last year.