If Marie was going to hear Junko's answer, it would have to wait. Something smelled good, and her stomach was rumbling. [color=8493ca]"Pardon, Mademoiselle, but I do believe that breakfast is ready"[/color] The French girl giggled, opening the door with a grand gesture [color=8493ca]"I shall see you there."[/color] The walk to the lunch-hall was a short, uneventful one. She did note that some dark-skinned blonde was patching up another girl down the hallway, and she took a moment to wonder whether or not it was possible for that hair to be natural. With a shrug, she moved on. ----- Japanese Lunch-halls were surprisingly quite a familiar environment to Marie. It was the same as any other hall she'd been to - same buffet-style serving, same massive expanse, same mile-long queues that were riddled with arguments, jostling for space and skipping ahead and being pushed behind. Even amongst the richest, they still acted like animals when a plate of food was put under their nose. After taking her place, Marie went through a short wait and several beret thefts before she got to the front. The expanse of food beckoned, each different type of meal begging her to select it. What would she go with? Her native Croissants and Pain au Chocolat? Go "nani sore" with some natto, rice and egg, "desu"? Or, cor blimey, guv'nor, how about a Full English Breakfast? Ride the bald eagle of freedom and get some waffles? Add a dose of maple syrup, eh? Heavens, don't make the poor girl choose! She took a bit of everything. It's a queer thing to look at your breakfast plate to see the maple syrup spilling off your croissant into your beans and your waffles covered in natto and she got some weird stares, but quick frankly, her stomach didn't care enough to let her be put off. Picking a random seat where she would have a good view of both the line and the doorway, she elegantly attacked her breakfast, one eye open for that hyper Japanese girl to see if she could extract any further details from her about the school. Hmm... beans and maple syrup. Not as bad as one might expect.