[Haha, well. When she steps out of the kitchen and into the dining room, the plate she carries with her is, uh. Similarly stacked. At a glance, it seems like there's a sizable portion of rice, veggies and protein.]
Oh, hello! You're... Varishikov-san, yes? [Thank you for not speaking with your mouth full... She can't go Full Polite and bow with a plate in her hands, but she offers him a smile.] I'm sorry for not taking the time to speak to you before. But, please, don't allow me to interrupt your meal.
[He doesn't keep eating or anything until she's seated, both out of politeness, and because he thinks he might need to stand a bit to help her if she struggles with the plates.
Starting from the left, he has a cup of coffee, and a smaller glass of orange juice. The plate somewhat screams New York: a large bagel topped with three sunnyside eggs and some bacon, two fat sausages, a piece of toast. The only thing maybe not typical New York is the little bowl of fruit, and two? it looks like Totino pizza rolls? but it probably isn't.
I'm alright. Thank you so much for asking. [Grabbing her utensils so she can demonstrate the skill listed in her profile. But first, niceties. Can't speak with her mouth full, after all.] How about you? Have you gotten used to our accommodations yet?
[He offers her a polite smile, and then returns to eating now that she is settled. He doesn't eat, like, entirely "proper," using his fingers sometimes, but he has decent manners.]
It's taking some time to get use to them, but they haven't been bad. What about you? Are you like Miss Ange, use to sharing a dorm with others your age?
[That's fine. She won't judge. Her table manners are neat, but somehow that doesn't stop her from starting to pack her food away faster than you would expect from someone her size.]
Not exactly. But I've shared plenty of hotel rooms during training camp. I suppose that's similar, right?
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Oh, hello! You're... Varishikov-san, yes? [Thank you for not speaking with your mouth full... She can't go Full Polite and bow with a plate in her hands, but she offers him a smile.] I'm sorry for not taking the time to speak to you before. But, please, don't allow me to interrupt your meal.
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[He motions across from him to an empty spot.]
If you'd like, that is. I won't pressure you to keep me company. [He smiles playfully.] Your hands are very full.
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I don't mind at all. Meals are usually best eaten in company.
[So! She will accept the invitation to sit down, carefully setting down her plate while taking a peek at his own. What you got there, buddy?]
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[He doesn't keep eating or anything until she's seated, both out of politeness, and because he thinks he might need to stand a bit to help her if she struggles with the plates.
Starting from the left, he has a cup of coffee, and a smaller glass of orange juice. The plate somewhat screams New York: a large bagel topped with three sunnyside eggs and some bacon, two fat sausages, a piece of toast. The only thing maybe not typical New York is the little bowl of fruit, and two? it looks like Totino pizza rolls? but it probably isn't.
He... is a big man.]
How are you this morning?
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I'm alright. Thank you so much for asking. [Grabbing her utensils so she can demonstrate the skill listed in her profile. But first, niceties. Can't speak with her mouth full, after all.] How about you? Have you gotten used to our accommodations yet?
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It's taking some time to get use to them, but they haven't been bad. What about you? Are you like Miss Ange, use to sharing a dorm with others your age?
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Not exactly. But I've shared plenty of hotel rooms during training camp. I suppose that's similar, right?
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I think it's similar, yes. It's good it isn't a big surprise for you.
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[When she definitely didn't feel like that before.]
I hope the ones who aren't used to it are acclimating... It can't be easy.