[color=f7976a]“When you invite your colleague to help lecture, one would expect it only proper to provide some sort of escort.”[/color] Eleanor replied. [color=f7976a]“This is my first time in American, let alone this University. Honestly, they really are living up to the great American reputation.”[/color] 

Eleanor walked a half step behind, taking in everything about the school. Seeing everything from a fresh perspective was invigorating but she was getting distracted. She returned to her attention to the boy guiding her. [color=f7976a]“Oh! Pardon my manners, my name is Eleanor Jones, a political analyst out of the University of Cambridge.”[/color] She looked him over and smiled, excitement sparkling in her eyes. [color=f7976a]“And who do I have the pleasure of being saved by? You must tell me all about America. Is it true all of your food is twice the size of ours? Is everything deep fried? Do you all have red, white, and blue guns? Do you work into the ground under the pretense of Patriotism?”[/color]