So, the pizza wasn't being forced on them. Good. Saburou didn't want to think about what would happen if it was, and he decided to break that rule. Probably a worse punishment than a scolding inside his head, that was for sure. As he glanced around, he could see a couple of relieved faces, opposite to the surprise one that the lady at the front had on hers. Why did she think that all teens liked pizza? It wasn't that good of a food anyway, just a piece of dough with sauce, cheese, and other things tossed on top. In his opinion, a total mess. But then again, people were different, and ate different, depending on where they were from. Lifestyle, culture, personal preference, it all totaled into what one ate. As for Saburou, he liked pretty much the basic Japanese meal. Rice, fish, noodles, sushi, miso soup, you name it. He loved curry, and if he had the chance, he wouldn't pass up a hot pot if it was offered. Oh, and he couldn't forget about udon.<br/><br/>He leaned back in his seat with a satisfied look, wondering when they were going to actually get to the meal part, instead of just talking about it. He hadn't eaten anything since that morning, having worked all day, and he was starving. He knew exactly what he wanted for his 'special meal'. It was something he couldn't have that often, due to the ingredients being so expensive where he lived. At home, they had it as something sort of like a privilege, a rare meal that was savored.<br/><br/>Raising his hand again, he spoke up once more.<span style="color: #BF8000">"Do you serve sukiyaki?"</span>He smiles at her, a certain charm radiating from his grin as he waited to see what she would say. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the quiet girl tilt her head. And tilt her head she did. Elodie had never heard of this...sukiyaki...before. What was it? Was it vegetarian? Because that was what she was...she didn't partake in the consumption of meats. The only 'animal' she took in were byproducts, like milk and eggs. Even though she wasn't fond of pizza, she didn't mind eating it, as long is it had no meat on it.<br/><br/>Glancing away from the Japanese boy, she looked to the other students, looking at the other girl, seeing she was not saying anything this time. But instead trying to fight something...maybe she was hungry? That was what Elodie thought as she studied her face...like she was willing herself not to do something. Elodie tilts her head again, wondering just what it was that the other female was thinking, wondering herself when this whole chat was going to end so they could go forth and actually eat. She was not all too hungry, but she could eat a little bit...