Wric shakes his head at her as she refuses to share her feelings with him. "My mom, a nymph said - You can't ever be yourself if you don't let your feelings communicate." he wags his finger almost like he was shaming her as he makes his way over to another cooler, and pulls out a bowl of salad. He finds an empty booth, and slides into one of them. Opening the salad, and then the prepacked fork, and knife that came with it. He stretches both his arms out over his head, and yawns. "Only the first class, and I'm already pooped.. man, this is going to be a hard four years. I'm so ready for it though!" he pounds the table excitedly like expected from a jock with as much testerone as he had. He digs his fork into his salad, and begins to eat.<br/><br/>After chomping down his first bite he swallows it, and scoops another up in his fork of the greens, and holds it before his mouth. "Hey.. if you're not feeling good, or something I can totally cover for you. I got you." he says with a soft smile. "Like if it's that time of the month, or whatever..? Do nymphs have that..?"