Michael looked at Geralt as their orders were being made. "It wasn't the cigarettes that were making me choke, oh Master of Innuendos." Michael glanced at the students, then at the small wolf of fire dancing around on the table they were sitting at. Most definitely students of the school. He looked back, and saw that their orders had arrived. Michael picked up his coffee, and motioned to the two students. "Hey, wanna go sit next to them?"