It was another early morning for Joseph as he stood in front of the open window, feeling the cool air wrap around him as he watched the light from the sun that had not yet passed over the horizon. He often enjoyed mornings like these as they reminded him of being home watching the sun rise over the quiet deserts of New Mexico as the world around him would begin to stir awake. This morning, however, was not quite so enjoyable for him. The previous night he had spent the majority of the time talking with his family on the phone, mostly his mother and father, which, of course, was full of attempts from mother to convince Joseph to come home and quit this foolishness and remarks from father that this is nothing more than a pipe dream and a waste of time. This usually went on for a good hour or so, but last night was special as it lasted for almost the entire night. Joseph knew his mother was just worried about him and missed him but his father was being as genuine as one could get. He did not like that his son had left the duties of the family ranch in order to pursue a career in the culinary arts.<br/><br/>But that has been a normal thing for Joseph ever since he took an interest in said arts, so it did not bother him much. What was dancing on his mind was the upcoming Expedition that he would be taking part in. He felt a bit queasy at the idea of going onto this camp that would be testing his culinary mettle to the fullest. He had spent the restless night packing and preparing his things for travel; mostly consisting of clothing and personal study material as he did not own any electronics such as cellphones or musical devices. Now that he only had a few hours left before the actual departure, he was getting very nervous and was deciding whether or not he should back out, though in the end he knew he wouldn't. It meant to much to him.<br/><br/>A short while had passed as he was finishing his duties to get ready, which included getting the dorm cleaned up as well as showering and clothing himself. He was dressed in his usual apparel of slacks, undershirt, flannel long-sleeved button up on top, boots, and his lucky cowboy hat. After inspecting his luggage he closed and locked the window before exiting the dorm, walking down the hallway, and heading to the elevator lobby.<br/><br/>As he approached the elevator, he noticed a somewhat familiar face waiting in front of it, though he could not remember where he saw the face before. "Good morning," he extended a polite greeting and wave with his free hand as he came up next to the young man, noticing the luggage that was being toted, "You would not happen to be going on the Expedition as well, are you?"