<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nEcGqIJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Field, track, bleachers<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bishop<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem and Bishop chatting about the little things. Black tetrakis is referenced, it's a synthetic metal that Salem's glasses are made out of to increase durability.<br/><hr/><br/>Salem found herself laughing with an innocent appreciation of Irony. She wasn't degrading her mentor, or herself to find the humor.<strong>"Eggs, got it."</strong>She found the concept funny,<em>'as if I've never tried eggs in the morning before,'</em>she understood what Bishop was trying to do, and she was happy for him to be there in her life trying.<em>'He cares, that's enough to try.'</em><br/><br/>She had no idea how to express her gratitude though, and she could tell that now wasn't the right time. She wasn’t good at human interaction. The two way street was moving one way though. Being honest to people was a strong suit. The red-head was a gifted speaker, and putting her thoughts into form was a simple task. She was even gifted in that respect. Reading other people was hard, and usually the truth always came out cold from her lips. It was hard to see Salem’s actual expression without seeing her eyes. She’d always known that her eyes were the most expressive part of her face, she had emotive eyebrows as well, but her shades hid those as well most of the time. Excitement was the easiest expression to read from Salem, because her eyebrows were usually raised above the black tetrakis frames.<br/><br/><strong>“I have to T.A. for Mr. Allyne, I would have Classical Mechanics, but I’m going into the Danger Room with Colossus, and a few others instead. Analytics and Statistics, Bioethics, Latin,”</strong>Salem was becoming quite fluent in the dead language. Those were her morning classes, she had spoken them in a distinct list. Where most would pause for a moment as their brain passed through the void of lunch and break, Salem had literally just finished visualizing the classrooms, so the last two classes was crisp off of her tongue.<strong>“Ancient Fiction, and Globalization-business and legal studies; those are in the afternoon.”</strong><br/><br/>She gave a cow smile as her mind quickly dug through information to form her argument about the whole breakfast problem,<strong> “ya know..."</strong>Her mind was still on breakfast, and she had a minute or two to spare before she needed to rush off.<strong>"its just not necessarily true about early meals, what you said.” </strong>Ever the intellectual, Salem didn’t sound joyed, or playful about the experience of sharing knowledge. She was a true know it all, the type that didn’t find pleasure in the act of informing others of what they’d learned. She just liked the cold facts, and her voice reflected that.<strong>“Recent studies…” </strong>she paused to pick up the name in her brain,<strong>“Matt Marcus, no.” </strong>It was on the tip of her tongue,<strong>“Mark Mattson, among many others have found that three large meals a day is unhealthy in itself. Our bodies are actually on different rhythms, circadian rhythms that change from person to person, and from age to age.” </strong>She could feel herself going too far, but she couldn’t stop herself yet.<strong>“It implies that as long as we’re keeping a stable diet of real food, we should eat when we’re hungry, and when our body tells us that it's ready.”</strong>She smiled a bit, and bowed her head, but she actually wasn’t finished.<br/><br/>The bow had lowered some hair over her glasses. She moved the hair away from her face and looked up,<strong>“I found other research that dictates a twelve hour window as a rule, you can eat whenever you feel like it’s good, as long as it’s within twelve hours of the first thing you ingested besides water.”</strong>She was finished.<strong>“But I’ll have some eggs today, just for you.”</strong><br/><br/>Her smile returned, and stayed this time without words to interrupt it.