[center][h2]Tiny Nord[/h2]
Camp Hunnula - Common Room [/center]

"Surprisingly enough, this is only my second time in a Scandinavian country," Tiny said as he entered the room not wearing his exosuit, it stood sentinel over in a corner of the room, as there was a wire to the wall plug connected to it. For the most part, it looked as if it was shot to shit, but the armor did it job. But moving without battery was almost impossible, but doing anything else with it was. 

Tiny looked around, and shrugged as he started to find a place, pulling food from the little bag around his waist and shoulder. Beginning to munch on pretzels, "So anyone know what's for lunch or am I cooking again?" he asked looking around with a smile, seeing that he possibly entered an awkward situation by the look on Sam's face. Instead he went back to eating pretzils, and sitting there on what could be considered a comfy spot. 

It was comfy for the most part, not too warm, probably too cold, but it was similar to home, at least it was similar to home, he thought. Not as much insulation compared to home, but they knew what they were doing here in the white north of Finland. He also wondered, why Finland. Well it was a small population, in the middle of nowhere, cold enough for no one to want to go to, and yea Finland was a nice place. It's like North Dakota, no body ever goes there unlike South Dakota which has Mount Rushmore. 

Meanwhile, outside the man's head, he looked like he was in deep thought, or constipated; the two looks go hand in hand usually. Staring off in the distance like a Saint Bernard, no, not a Saint Bernard, those are useful. A pug, he was staring straight at Samantha, yet he did not know it at that moment. She was one of the last things he was staring at, and the dumbfounded look upon his face could be taken in many ways. 

Back inside his head, he was thinking now about Canada and how cold it is, but lunch. Poutine, he hadn't had that in a long time, but where could he get maple syrup out here or french fries? Or hot chicken or good gooey cheese. His mind was wandering from the place they were located to the food that was not there, unless it was there.

"Who said poutine?" he asked, looking around those in the room, not really sure of what was happening at that moment. His stomach growled, and his snack pack seemed to be drained once again, and he remembered why he entered this room. Food, and also company, but food.