Anastasia walked into the dining hall, thanking Samsul for holding the door open, and made her way to her seat. She smiled at him as he walked over and sat down in his own seat. She was about to say something when she heard the sound of the door from the kitchen opening and closing. She looked over at the young boy who walked over to them and greeted them quite nervously, asking them what it was they wished to have for lunch. She thought about it, she didn't wish to overwhelm the boy or leave it up to him to figure out. Eric was a fine chef and confident that Anastasia and Samsul enjoyed his food. This boy would not be as confident, "Why not, some chicken and vegetables... Um... Sorry, Samsul never did get around to telling me your name."