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[color=lightgray]Charles Mallet was busy devouring his breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and sausage with copious amounts of tapatio never tasted so good in his life. It was like he was eating a piece of heaven, even though it was practically the same sort of breakfast that they usually served. Nothing new was put into it, but god damn did it taste like an entirely new thing. Charles was enjoying himself quite a bit, a sense of satisfaction within him as he stabbed at some pieces of sausage, bacon, and eggs.

It had taken him a bit to finish up his breakfast. It was hard to pace himself to be fast enough so that he wasn't spending all of his morning free time eating breakfast, but not so fast that he couldn't enjoy what was probably one of the greatest breakfasts he'd had in a while. It was Charles's biggest dilemma of the day, or in a while, actually. He was hoping today would be as smooth as his breakfast. Maybe he just woke up on the right side of the bed today? Maybe he should've been more of a morning person, because this was a great morning so far.

As he was about to finish up, he noticed a figure take a seat in front of him. Looking up, it took him a split second to figure out who it was, but once he figured it out, a small smile lit his face up. He hadn't really talked to Talya, but if she had come to his table specifically when there were plenty of tables around, well, he wasn't going to be opposed to it. [color=73c2fb]"Hey Talya, what's going on?"[/color] Charles said, as he started to organize his eggs into a neater pile to stab with his fork, [color=73c2fb]"Yo, you should try these eggs sometime. They're real good."[/color][/color]