Coming in last from the rest of the group, Deija made her way toward the lunch table while holding a medium sized cookbook up to her face, flipping through the contents casually. She made her way to the table and sat a little more than a foot away from Saya, all the while not dropping her book from her face. At that time both Mathhew and Ronnie had already taken their seats, and both evidently eaten while Saya unhappily picked at her food.

"Ah, I love the smell of justice in the afternoon, don't you?" Ronnie asked, taking a seat. Deija slowly lowered her cake-cook book with luscious and stylish illustrations on the cover. Her solid chocolate eyes became visible as she looked over the table at Ronnie. Her mouth hidden from view in this way, she spoke up.

"It smells like sweat and cheap, spray-on deodorant to me."

Deija spoke this behind her book, and hid a small smirk until the book was pulled down and sat on the table, showing her expression to the others. The book was folded neatly onto the poorly cleaned tables and she fished for something in her pocket, brandishing a pear. She took a bite out of the green skin, juice running down the fruit from her bite. The dark haired Austrian girl looked over a the respectively more intellectual of the two boys.

"Have you heard from Julius yet, Matthew?"