Pulling the Strings and the Pork (Private with Saoirse)

[Pericles Herodotus Ozymandias]

Having deposited their belongings, including their new ones, in their respective dorms, Pericles and Saoirse walked side-by-side into Beacon's Dining Hall, the air filled with a cacophony of sensations. The subtle chill of the AC-system was bounded halfway up Pericles' frame by the rising heat of the sardine-packed room of students, many of which had just come from combat class. The air, echoed that sentiment, smelling both of pulled-and-smoked herbaceous pork and of the pulled muscles and smoking minds of students exhausted both physically and academically. Finally, and most pressing to Pericles' senses, was the uproar of voices, everyone seeking to make theirs audible within the sea of sound, and in turn only feeding the growing magnitude of the noise.

Parting the crowd with his immense size, though not forcefully so, Pericles would make his way alongside Saorise into the food-line, his voice deep enough to be heard from the close distance as they walked, "Forgive my idle curiosity and foolish hobby, but I've always been enthralled by the dishes of old, attempting to remake them when the opportunity arises, are there delights that you are now unable to sample in this new age?"