Orion has jazzed up his knife from Shop and he's putting it through its paces, channeling a spell through it with a shout and killing something that lurked under the mashed potatoes, and getting, in the process, mashed potato and mal bits in the adjacent trays of macaroni and chicken thighs. Everyone behind him in line groans.
Except the boy directly behind him in line, who is very interested in people this good at murdering things that lurk distressingly near to where he is!
"Hello," he says, with a trace of a Chinese accent that lands on 'sexily exotic.' "I'm Nie Huaisang."
Orion assumes he is talking to someone else. He peels the splattered skin off a chicken thigh and puts the inside on his plate.
"You like chicken?" he says.
(Well, that's a stupid opener. Hopefully first impressions don't count for that much.)
"- who, me? Yeah."
"Me too," he says, carefully removing the skin from a chicken thigh. "What's your name?"
"You were really impressive with that mal."
"Thanks!" The tray next to the chicken barely got gotten at all. Orion liberates an ear of corn.
He will follow Orion's example. Being more similar to people makes them like you, he read somewhere.
"I definitely couldn't kill a mal like that."
"Well, uh, probably there'll be more spells for it in classes eventually?"
If they talked more that would be an opening to ask him to tutor him. "I hope so! But my affinity's visual art, I'm not sure how useful I'll be unless I can convince the mal to sit still so I can paint it."
"...would that work?"
"Probably not but if you see a mal who wants me to paint them like one of my French girls maybe pass it along before you explode it."
Oh, come on, it's an American movie. It's one of the most popular movies of all time.
"Titans were Greek." He is taking Greek mythology, so he knows this.
"It's... a movie? About a ship that was unsinkable and then it sunk?" It was very romantic. He cried.
"Oh. I haven't seen it."
"Sorry. I guess I assumed."
"I've seen all of Star Wars?" They are at the end of the line now. The banana cream pie is all gone but there are jam tarts. Orion takes two jam tarts.
He will take a jam tart.
"Star Wars is really good!" He almost makes his Will save but then says: "Only the original original trilogy though, the CGI is crap. You really can't get the same level of badassery with CGI that you can with practical effects."
"...okay." Orion drifts over to the New York table.
He shouldn't have infodumped.
"Maybe we can hang out sometime?"
"Uh..." What does he say to that. "I don't know that I'll have time."
Goddammit. "Well, see you around!"