<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/m4ANe1t.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Masahiro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280698.msg13808133#msg13808133)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12/Lunch time!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, going to Lunch Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, ramen (yes, ramen)<br/><hr/><br/>During his stay here, Masahiro has made it a point to try whatever the lunch hall had to offer. Today it was ramen! He has spied this delectable meal many times before through restaurant windows during his life on the streets, never exactly getting a chance to try one fresh off the kitchen. He did get the chance of trying one that was already cold, shared with the old man who raised him. Despite it no longer warm the broth and noodles were still tasty...<br/><br/>... Which brought to his decision to pick out this meal for lunch. A fresh, hot-off-the-kitchen (or line) ramen. He had no idea how to handle chopsticks, opting for a fork to deal with the noodles as he brought the bowl to his lips to drink the soup. For a moment, he thought he glimpsed a wonderful land - was it paradise? His mind didn't seem to bother thinking too much about it as he became engrossed with his lunch - slurping up soup, noodles, and whatever else was in the bowl.<br/><br/>The bowl came back onto the tray empty, with a satisfied look on Masahiro's face as sweat glistened on his forehead. Just a bowl was enough to sate his hunger, containing noodles, meat, vegetables... he never knew ramen could be this good. He wondered idly at this point if the lunch hall would be willing to let him get another one to bring to his room... and maybe get sweet like pudding for dessert.