[CENTER][b][color=007236][u][h1]The Huntsman[/h1][/u][/color][/b][/CENTER]

In a failed attempt to take his mind off the presence he could feel observing him, the Huntsman had retreated into his thoughts. But he returned his focus to the world around him when he noticed someone approaching the table. The Huntsman looked up to see an enthusiastic, red haired girl who looked to be around the same age as Snow White moving to join him.

[color=93E9BE]“Hi… hello… um… what’s the appropriate word to use?”[/color] The girl asked the Huntsman, seemingly a little unsure of herself.

[color=007236]"Either of the words you used is fine."[/color] The Huntsman told the girl with a small yet reassuring smile. But before he could say anymore, the girl noticed one of the forks on the table.

[color=93E9BE]“Oh my gosh! A dinglehopper!”[/color] She exclaimed in excitement before picking up the fork and using it as a comb. 

The Huntsman wasn't entirely sure how to react to this. He knew foreign cultures could be strange, but he never expected [i]this[/i].

Eventually, the girl became aware of several patron’s eyes on her, the Huntsman's included. Causing her to smile sheepishly and put the fork down. [color=93E9BE]“Um… did I use that wrong?”[/color] She asked.

[color=007236]"Y-Yes."[/color] The Huntsman said, finally finding the words. [color=007236]"That... dinglehopper you called it? That's actually called a fork. It's used to eat food that's either too hot or too messy to touch. I'll show you when the food gets here. For now though, what's your name?"[/color]