"I could eat."
True she could really go for some food. She'd had breakfast but it was through someone else so it couldn't be described as filling.
"What were you planning on eating?"
"Depends. Whatever they have, I'll eat. So anyone else?"
Alice felt that at some point she should probably show her abilities. She dismissed the idea, thinking that she had explained it well enough and showing off wouldn't help any.
"I'll come," Alice said in response to Pierre. She was still looking for an excuse to get out of the room, which was getting colder. She just hoped no one was feeling chatty.
"OK, so Alice and Natalie. Anyone else? I know I heard Okonkwo's stomach growling."
"Yeah, I'm in. Didn't get to eat before I got here, so I got the munchies."
Zan couldn't think of a reason to stay here if all of them were going. Plus, he was hungry. "I'll come along as well."
"Ok, lets go," Pierre said, "I won't wait too long for people who want to come." He walked into the kitchen, Alice, Natalie, Zan, and Brad following, and looked around. "What do you have?" he asked the cook.
"We have some bacon, hamburgers, sausages and eggs, and salad for any vegetarians," the cook replied.
"Ok," Pierre said, "I'll have a hamburger. What do you guys want?"
"Load me up with bacon and eggs," Brad requested, "I'll stick with breakfast stuff this early."
"I'll have pancakes if you make them. They haven't touched any pig have they?"
"I'll have sausage and eggs, if that's alright."
Alice eventually made up her mind and requested sausage and eggs. She spotted a few empty tables in the dining area and debated whether or not she would sit with everyone else.
"So where do you guys want to sit?" Pierre asked as he got his food.
Alice gave a small shrug at Pierre's question. Once she got her tray she headed to one of the empty tables in the dining area. When she had pulled out a chair and sat down, she pointed a finger towards the sausages and a jet of flame shot out. Once the sausages were nearly burned she stopped.
"Perfect," Alice said quietly. There went some condiments on the table. She picked up a bottle of ketchup and squirted some out on her plate. While doing this she looked up to see if her team mates had chosen to sit with her or not. She didn't want to admit it, but eating alone didn't seem as interesting.
"You know, dude," Brad began, salting his scrambled eggs, "a lot of the tables seem pretty full, so I'm gonna sit at the table that has people I know." He made his way over to Alice's table and sat down across from her. Realizing he forgot a fork, he pulled the selenium out of his pocket and quickly turned some of it into an iron fork. Sampling the eggs, he raised his eyebrows at the taste.
"If chow's this good, I think I can get used to working for these guys."
"Alright," Pierre said in response to Alice and Brad. Guess I'll just sit with them, he thought as he made his way towards Alice's table.
Alice cut off a piece of her sausage and dipped it in ketchup. It was half covered with the stuff when she finally ate.
"It's...actually good," Alice admitted.
Zan sat with the others after grabbing some utensils, and began eating his breakfast. The sausage and eggs were quite good. "It is," he stated, agreeing with the others. "I'm not sure if they'll want us to stay here or not, so it is good to know that now."
"Dude, I'll stay til they throw me out the door if chow's this good all the time," Brad commented, downing a strip of bacon. "Man, my parents don't even get extra cash for lunch, and here we are getting quality food on someone else's dime."
"At least you have parents," Pierre mumbled, remembering everything that happened, and then shaking it away. "But yeah, good food."
"I'm in. I think theres a Burger joint somewhere around here. those things are everywhere."
"So, guys, now that we at least know everyone's powers, what else are you guys good at? Karate or basket weaving, just whatever you dudes are good at, you know?"
"Uhh, I can do some martial arts and I'm pretty good at sneaking. Just something fun, I can do some tricks with this." Pierre pulled the balisong he kept with him out of his pocket and opened it, flipping it around his thumb and hitting the safe edge against his thumb before gripping the two handles and keeping it open as a trick.
"Nice. Couldn't ever get one of those, since they're kinda illegal in the States. A basic A and P class later, and I got a good idea of how to mess a dude up with a fixed blade. Still working on throwing them, though." Brad scooped some more eggs into his mouth.
"If you want to hurt someone from far away, use a gun. Throwing a knife isn't practical and unless you have some PhD in Geometry or something, there's no guarantee on hitting them blade first. Trust me, I tried that." He closed the knife back up and put it in his pocket before anyone else saw it.
"Yeah, my old man taught me how to use those. I mean, I wouldn't go Jack Bauer or anything, but I can hit a guy from across a big room. I just learned how to make ammo right, but you give me two, three pounds of whatever and I'll give you a loaded handgun. Dudes wouldn't let me bring one down here, so I'm kinda rusty."
"I wonder why," Pierre answered sarcastically. "Anyway, I'm done. I'm going back to the lobby."
"I'm a pretty good shot." Felan said modestly, "I'm part of the rifle club here at school. I did a bunch of hunting when I was younger as well. Travel for an hour or two out of Ottawa, and you hit wilderness. With my powers, I get incredible resolution through the scope, just need a pair of good earplugs, and I'm good. Other than that, I have some pretty solid endurance, years of competitive swimming will do that for you."
Okonkwo looked up from the small mountain of bacon and eggs he was eating.
"I mentioned it before but I'm a linguist. I can translate Anarctican, Spanish, and Igbo and i speak bits and piece of a bunch of others. I can improve my senses if i want but i'm no where near as good as Felan is and doing so deadens the sense for a while. I mostly stick to boosting my anatomy. I sometimes boost taste if the food is good, or deaden it for school cafeteria grub."
He finished the rest of his food at disturbing speed.
"I won a few eating contests too, those are fun."
"I'd really be impressed if you were able to improve your senses to my level. Considering they ranked my power level at 14 and all, I'm pretty sure that when my powers are active I have the best senses on the planet." Felan said. He looked at Okonkwo, "Jeez man, I don't think I've EVER seen anyone down that much food in that little time, how fast do you process that stuff?"
Nat had been listening as she always was and eventually sat down.
They were discussing skills.
"I can speak French fluently and I know some Arabic."
No point mentioning her musical talents.
Pancakes where always something she enjoyed and these weren't bad.
The bacon wasn't bad either. Not that she actually ate any of course. She had people for that.
"Later, jerk," Brad muttered under his breath as he watched Pierre leave the area. "Hey, wait," he spoke up, turning to Nat, "first the head-thing, now the Arabic... you Muslim?" As he was about to eat another strip of bacon, he paused before slowly putting it back down.
She gave him a puzzeld look followed by one that was slightly more annoyed.
"Well you can still eat it."
"Alright, not trying to bug you or anything, just don't know much about religions or anything," Brad explained. "Don't they say, like, 'err on the side of caution' or something? I just know you guys don't like pork, not how much, you know?"
"So just because it's against my religion to do something I'd stop you doing it?"
She sounded pretty annoyed. She got that sort of thing a lot. Assuming she was more sensitive about things than she was. Got old very fast.
Brad buried his face into his hands, took a deep breath, and turned back to Nat.
"Look, I know next to nothing about Muslims, alright? I'll admit it, dude here doesn't know anything. So in my not...knowing...ness, I'm just trying to figure out what's okay around you, you know? My aunt's a hardcore, nice Christian, so I don't say bad words around her out of, you know, respect for her beliefs. That and my dad hit me for cussing in the next room and his sister heard me. So, it's not, like, cause you'd stop me, it's cause I want to keep a second teammate from not at least liking me, but that's going real well."