Francesca was enjoying her food enough. A good balance of meat and vegetables was always a good meal to eat. She forked a part of her salad and then ate it. Her companion was looking frustrated though. "Animals." She said. [i]What is she talking about?[/i] Francesca wondered as she poked at her greens some more. She used the word, 'Animals', against faunus only for the most part. Perhaps that is how Schwarz meant it?

[i]Oh well.[/i] She continued to think. The next item to work on was a bit of soup. It was nice and delicious. She had some hopes at least of the food being good here. It was so much better than the slope from her old school and enough so to have to reemphasize it to herself. A nice. . . Stocky taste. In a good way at least. "Yummy." Francesca mumbled to herself.

Schwarz, meanwhile, was busy making a giant ruckus. Francesca was about to bring her spoon up to her mouth when Schwarz torn out something from the newspaper and put it in her pocket. The soup slowly spilled off her spoon and back into the soup bowl. Staring at Schwarz now, Francesca speaks up, "Any reason you're spazzing out? It's like you've seen an Ursa tear apart two Beowolves." A rather unbefitting analogy probably but it probably got her point across. "Not that I really care all too much. . ." No need to sound too forward.