Aja nodded along dutifully to Ziya's speech, pretending it didn't completely go over her head. She looked back at Aella, and quirked the corner of her lips up into a smile.

[color=palegreen]"There you have it,"[/color] she said. [color=palegreen]"If you ever have questions about classism or the economy, he's the one to go to. Ziya's sure to have opinions to share. Personally, most of it's lost on me."[/color]

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Jules pouted when Lars implied his sandwich wasn't real food. It was too! He unwrapped one end and took a hearty bite out of it. Unfortunately, he almost choked on it when he tried to swallow at the same time she offered to buy them food. Lars wanted to get breakfast with him. She was offering to pay. Wasn't that something people did on dates? Pay for each other's food? Was this a date? Did Lars want to date him?? Jules was still coughing, trying to clear his windpipe as his mind spun around in circles. He suddenly felt very very warm. 

When his lungs stopped spasming long enough for Jules to control himself, he opened his eyes to see the blonde girl standing up and nodding. Oh, right. It wouldn't be just the two of them. The whole point of this was to make sure the kid didn't starve. Deflated, (but also kind of relieved, because Jules had no idea what he'd actually do with Lars on a date) he pushed himself off of the sofa to stand next to the girl.

[color=wheat]"Cool,"[/color] he squeaked out in a hoarse voice. He tried clearing his throat again. [color=wheat]"I think I'm actually good without food. Got myself a killer sandwich."[/color] He wanted to smack himself for that stupid pun, but pushed onward. [color=wheat]"But yeah, let's get you something,"[/color] he said to the girl. [color=wheat]"I'm Jules, and that's Lars. Tituba. Best house there is. You're what, a first year? Not gonna lie, that's the worst. I mean, that troll they make you fight's a real piece of work. Only two students got dismembered last year though, so I think it's slowing down. Senioritis. Real shame."[/color] Jules hung his head low and shook it back and forth in a show of disappointment. With that, he turned on his heel and started leading the way to the cafe. [color=wheat]"Oh well. To food!"[/color]