[center][h3][u][color=c4df9b][i]Starfire![/i][/color][/u][/h3][/center]

[center][indent][b][u]January , 8:33 PM
Chipotle Mexican Grill, West 34th Street, New York City[/u][/b][/indent][/center]

Starfire copied Clio- Mayaka?-'s order, because she didn't know what to get and had no idea what to get or what anything was or what anything meant. The three "soft tacos" were hot, and indeed soft. This was food. Food, in Tamaran, meant a different thing than it did in English. The alien had never had any nor had she ever had any use for it. Starfire glanced around, and saw the humans putting the food into their mouths. Narrowing her eyes, she poked the taco infront of her, and it folded backwards in response. Picking it up in both hands, much of the ingredients spilled out onto the napkin around it. One hard fought bite later, the entire chunk of soft taco fell down her mouth hole and lodged itself in her throat. One might noticed there was no chewing involved. It tasted like nothing, and Starfire felt it begin to clog up her crucial pipe. Carefully, she took another bite, trying to understand the allure. The same effect. No. She did not like the soft taco. Making a sick face, Starfire set the taco back down on the napkin and laid her hands in her lap. Slinking back against the seat, her head sunk into her shoulders from embarassment. Would this be an offense? Starfire forced a smile and tried sitting up straighter, to look more confident and comfortable like Clio obviously was. Starfire's smile was obviously fake, however, and she quickly gave up the illusion and frowned.

[color=c4df9b]"I'm sorry. I do not like the soft tacos."[/color] Her voice was raspy and obstructed. She tried clearing her throat to no avail. [color=c4df9b]"Maybe another food, some other time." [/color] She massaged her neck. Some of the people in the kitchens spoke a language she did not understand. Unlike her own world, apparently Earth was a place of many languages. How inconvenient. Though the last time she learned a language, she became friends with Clio, so it did work out in the end. Her eyes flicked from person to person, hoping someone else would start a conversation about something else. She didn't want to keep asking questions. Her sister was right. These soft tacos were terrible, and it was Starfire's own fault she shoved them into her face. She probably made herself look stupid. Just like her sister used to say, Starfire always made herself look stupid. Blinking she pushed the thoughts away and looked over at Clio to see how she was enjoying her tacos.