[sylvanSpider]

-----ZEKE-----

Zeke was thankful to have been (however inadvertantly) checked on his rambling. He knew he was doing it, but until someone spoke, usually he just kept talking. At least, this was the case with people that he liked. With people that he didn't like (as well as people he found to be unintelligent), he rarely spoke. Now, he laced his fingers together, elbows resting on the table. His hands, at least, for now were stable, but below the table, his knee still bounced up and down.

Thankfully, the chellix he put in was more likely to increase his concentration rather than destroy it and now he listened, rapt in his friend's words. “Well, I know you said that botany wasn't one of your interests, but perhaps we could try growing them? It'd be a healthier alternative. You wouldn't believe the shit they put in this powder. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not terrible, until the other shit is added. The chemical itself is about as harmful as a sweets bar. Yes, I think trying these plants out would be great. Would you care to teach me? I can pay you for it, of course.”

A smile stretched across Zeke's face at the mention of food, “Oh man, oh man. What kinds? Well, you've seen about how many species have been meandering about right? We've got foods from everywhere! Earthen isn't as bad as it sounds, really, but shit, there are even foods from my own home planet here. Just tell me what sounds good and I'll get us there.”


-----MAGALI-----

Magali chuckled. It was obscure at this point; not many knew of it. “No software, but led and paper. Some of the materials are a bit different from what they used...but it's pretty close,” she beamed at her friend, hoping to show her maybe one day, “I'm in a robotics class too! I hope it's the same one. What do you think the odds of that would be? We can compare when we get back to the dorm.”

Magali was excited to see Class Acts, and the mention of 'free' was a nice touch. But there was one problem, “I...I can't dance, ehm...not really. I've never been trained.” She looked down abashed, knowing that if she wasn't going to be taking a job as a dancer, she'd be taking a job as the other...Then, she could also see about tending bar. How difficult could it be to learn? If she could help it, she didn't want to escort her way through college, but if it was her only option then...What could she do? “Oh, I look forward to the hours and hours that I'll be spending here.”