"Well, nice to meet both of you!" Isra said through a mouthful of bread, evidently too hungry to care much about being polite. He didn't seem to have much regard for the clothing he wore, either allowing or just not noticing the drops of soup dripping down onto his shirt. It was in the midst of Isra's eating frenzy that the glob of vegetables hit him in the back of the head, catching in his messy red hair. Turning , Isra stared quizzically towards the direction where it had come from, putting his hand up to feel what had hit him. Pulling the vegetables out of his hair that had caused the offence. Finally spotting the person that had catapulted the vegetables into him, Isra stared him down. If it was a food fight he wanted, it was a food fight he would get.

Smiling deviously, Isra dipped his spoon into his remaining amount of soup and pulled out a portion of different items contained within. Isra would then follow suit to that the other boy had done, using his spoon to catapult the objects towards him.