Pepperoni!! And also a smattering of whatever else looks tasty, with a focus on meat!

Ji-Min swipes her student ID for her own meal and a credit card for Weiss, then leads the way to a table. 

On the way, they pass a human-looking Asian boy who glowers at Ji-Min, his expression darkening even further when he sees Weiss trailing her. Ji-Min acts as though she doesn't notice. 

Weiss is immediately tense. She surreptitiously grabs the tip of her tail, gathering up blue embers in her palm before thinking better of it and letting them dissipate with a deep breath.

This is a frigging cafeteria. It's not like a fight is about to break out.

He confines himself to glaring. 

Ji-Min lets herself be flagged down by a group of chattering students and finds space for herself and Weiss to sit together at the edge of the group. 

Wei Ying starts to follow, but then he spots someone he knows on the other side of the dining hall and goes off to talk to them.

(If Weiss pays attention to him after this point, she'll see him bothering a gorgeous-looking Asian boy who seems to be completely ignoring him.) 

"I got to admit, I feel a little lost, Ji-Min." She half-whispers.

"But uh, hi everyone."

And yeah, Wei Ying seems to be that kind of chaos kid. She smiles a bit.

"Hi, nice to meet you!" says a girl with leaves and flowers twined in her hair and around her neck. "I'm a dryad, and my real name is unpronounceable with human-shaped mouths but you can call me Kapua!" 

"Kapua. I might be able to get the right one if it's just sounds and not a scent, psychic impression, or something like that. Is everyone in this town magic?"

"Nope! But we like to hang out with each other. Critters are more interesting than humans!" 

"There are...probably ten or twenty critters in this room, counting us? That's assuming I know about most of them, though. Half of these people could be closeted werejackals and I'd have no idea." 

(There are around a hundred and fifty people in the room in total.) 

"...Huh. Is the school particularly concentrated maybe? A masquerade situation? I never heard about any of this until I woke up in a different world."

A tall girl wearing a choker rolls her eyes. "I mean, this building is a little bit critter central because it's where they stick everyone who needs 'special accommodations'," she air quotes, "but it's not like anyone comes to uni not knowing critters exist. When I tell people I'm a wereswan I get 'huh, there are wereswans?', not 'wait, werecreatures are real?'" 

"...Would people also know this in New York? Maybe shrug it off as the same thing as ancient aliens or the illuminati?"

"...weren't there literally dragons at the Twin Towers on 9/11. Like, I was three and in Tyneside and I know that." 

"I was eight, and I saw them on the news," says a guy with a ginger beard and a Scottish accent. "Are you literally from a different world, then? One that, what, just has foxes and nothing else?"

"Apparently!! Or, well, I was from Earth, no foxes or anything else, and then a truck hit me, and then I was a fox. And then I lived in that world for a few decades and now I'm here."

"Wow! So you've been on three worlds counting this one? What are the others like?" 

"I don't remember much about Earth. Faint impressions of... High school, and video games... But Tirra I think was pretty interesting. Kinda medieval? But about one in twenty people had some kind of magic, and there were so many critters that a lot weren't even critters really, it was just humans and lizardfolk and harpies and gnolls and mers, not something rare and special. There's a bunch of gods, who I'm very sure are actually real, we got miracles and everything- Whether you want to call them 'powerful spirits' instead of 'gods' or not- Uh, the monsters kind of put a damper on it though. I think they're left over from some kinda apocalypse? I fought 'em sometimes."

"Tirra sounds like a video game," Scottish guy comments. "Especially with having to fight monsters."

"—there's no danger of the monsters getting through to here, the same way you did, is there?" 

"Uh... It's not impossible but the rift that took me here closed about as soon as it opened. Rifts are a known thing. And there definitely weren't monsters around when I came through. I can smell 'em a mile off."

"Oh, good. Well, let someone know if you smell any, I guess." 

"Smell what?" says a boy in a wheelchair, rolling himself up to the table with a tray of food balanced on his lap. 

He spots Weiss. "Hi, I'm beautif—fuck! I mean, hi, I'm Onnu, you're beautiful." 

"Monsters. Haven't smelled any so far, just plastic and car smog." She fails to hide a slight grin. "Nice try."

"Sorry, English is my third language, and I was distracted by your beauty." 

His accent isn't recognisable from her memories of Earth, but it's not British or American. (Also, if Weiss looks closely, she might notice that he has fins, not feet, poking out from beneath the blanket over his lower half.)