“No problem kiddo!” Henry said smiling, as the boy seemed to brighten up. He would have to take the kid spear fishing some day if his siblings would let him. If he was capable of catching things on his own without the spear like he was, then he could ditch it, but that was a thought for another time and place. Not for orientation dinner. One of his eyes moved to watch Gabe and Jake, while the other focused on his food.

He was just as bad as Jaska was at eating, normally. He didn’t have a choice in doing so today though. Any other time he wouldn’t have cared, but for now he would have to play as polite as possible. He used his middle finger’s claw to cut the fish he had chosen for himself, a Speckled Trout, in half, and used the fork to pick it up. The half of a fish was far too large for the fork, and it looked comical, because it was bite sized for Henry. The lizard man allowed his teeth to fall into their normal positions, and two rows of teeth became visible. While he could look somewhat comical, in his suit, it suddenly became very obvious why he had been flashing gummy smiles before. The first row were large, thick teeth that looked like they belonged to a crocodile. The two-inch chompers interlocked with one another almost perfectly. The teeth behind those were many and shark like. Razor shark and meant solely for cutting. He shut his jaws on the first half of the fish, cutting and crushing it up. Inside his throat a third row of jaws came forward and pulled the mangled remains into the depths of his stomach, like an eel’s second set of jaws. The second half of the fish followed soon after, as with the other two Cod he had taken. He retracted his teeth, and unhinged his jaws for a few moments, resetting them and making sure they were all right, and returned back to his original position, with an empty plate. He had eaten most of the food he would need for the day earlier. However, he noticed that most of the fork was now gone, the front half completely bitten off. He panicked momentarily, and decided to do what he thought was best, which was destroy the evidence. That consisted of him throwing the handle of the fork down his gullet.

He had been watching Gabe and Jake while he had been eating, and had caught on to a few terms. The key phrases he had tuned in on being ‘iguana’, ‘Godzilla’ and ‘comer’, which meant eating in Spanish. This meant that they spoke a Romance language, most likely either Spanish or Portuguese. It wasn’t hard to figure out what they were talking about. He rolled his eyes, at their conversation. “Oh c’mon you two. If you’re going to talk about me at least let me in on it. I’ve heard much worse.” He said, flashing another gummy grin to show them he was indeed harmless and had no ill will for them.

He brought his huge arms up to the table, and rested his elbows on the piece of furniture, allowing his snout to rest on his hands. He briefly tuned into the conversation, before his long forked tongue flicked out. He smelt bugs. He REALLY smelt bugs. He had smelled them from a girl a little ways away, but now things were getting stronger. He shook it out of his head, before speaking up. “You want anymore Jaska? There’s plenty left, I don’t mind getting you mo-“

He was suddenly cut off by a loud girl, proclaiming herself to be Amanda Blackmore, and then introduced her friend to be named Nikki, who seemed incredibly embarrassed about the whole situation. He noticed the bugs crawling out of her clothing and immediately understood where the smell of insect was coming from. Bug powers. Nice. He fought the urge to say something, and instead look to his watch casually, while brushing his hands through the spines that went down his back like an iguanas. “Hey, it’s about time one of those people showed up.” He mumbled under his breath. “[i]Fashionably[/i] late to the conversation. I like it.” He said, trying to make a pun off of Amanda’s clothing. He expected her to make fun of him for it, but hey, he would rather it be him. He was mature enough to not let his pride get the better of them. “Doctor Henry J. Olin, PhD. Pleasure to meet you.” He said, turning to the girl and offering his hand. He was about as tall as she was sitting down in his chair. He didn’t feel like standing would accomplish anything. “I’ll be your science teacher. Welcome, and welcome back, to Academy 218.”