Private First Meal

The cafeteria. People came here to eat and socialize. Brewer had no real need to be here considering he didn't actually need to eat. And yet here he was, standing off to the side watching people get their meals and sit with their friends. He was contemplating his options here. He could just leave, but that may ruin any chance for social interaction. He could sit at a table in an attempt to make conversation. That would probably end in strange looks, and people getting up and walking away. He didn't need to be labeled as a weirdo. His third option was get some food, and find a seat by himself.

He went with his third option. Brewer grabbed a tray, and gathered up some assorted foods just like the other students. After which, he found himself a place to sit. Alone. In his short time of being alive, he had never eaten. Although, he could. He had some options to sample. Brewer took a small forkful of some lasagna he'd gotten and put it in his mouth. He chewed it thoughtfully. Something in his head was telling him he'd had something similar, and better in a past life. Now that was bothering him as he sat in his silent contemplation.

@Fox Tarts

"Lebeda, good afternoon," he looked up at the swan goddess with his usual neutral expression. She was an interesting person, and one of the first people he'd managed to have a meaningful interaction with. He glanced at the empty seat across from him and then back to her.

"I was having a very riveting conversation with the air," he said gesturing to the seat in front of him. It was an attempt at a joke, however his tone and expression was flat as they often were. "That was a joke. You're welcome to sit here."

"This is Italian food, yes. I vaguely recall a similar dish to this in my old home. Though the land it hailed from was not called Italy," he said. His memories of his previous life were a muddled blur at best. He remembered eating, and enjoying food, but couldn't remember what in particular. The only thing that seemed to hold was an extensive knowledge on magic. Whether that was by his father's design or not remained to be seen.

"I figure I should try the less specialized versions of food first. I... do not actually need food for nourishment. But I can eat if I wish to."

"That is correct. While many things are similar between our worlds, such as the geography, and some aspects of history. The nation's borders are different. We were also magically advanced, though in terms of date and time I would say this present world is at least one-hundred years ahead of my home world," he explained sounding almost robotic. Something he wanted to try to step away from. He was probably boring her with the long winded explanation.

"I suppose it was done in order to make me seem more.... alive. As I told you before this body is made of earth, despite how it may feel. Father is a master of his craft, after all," he seemed a bit proud of that fact about himself. That he was made with great care and skill. "This is my first time sitting down for a meal. I do find it enjoyable."