Scribbling at Dinner - OTA

[a_soul_awake]

When dinner rolled around, Hope found a quiet table away from the main crowd. It wasn’t that she wanted to be alone necessarily, she just wanted some space. It was rather tricky to find around dinner and she knew there was only so long she could have the sort of room she needed

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[hellion_king]

"Permission to join you in dinner, ma'am

[a_soul_awake]

Hope smiled politely at the boy. He was certainly a formal one. Most members of the team were either rude or friendly. He seemed very... military.

"You're welcome to join me," she said, gesturing to the empty seats.

[hellion_king]

"Thank you, ma'am."

Scion replied setting his tray down on the table before he slipped down in to his seat. He sat up straight, looking as stiff and proper as ever as he unwrapped his fork, knife and spoon and placed it down on the sides of his tray. His drink was set in the perfect corner of his tray, the man picked up his fork and knife and began to neatly cut cut small squares of the meat.

[a_soul_awake]

A little part of Hope was a bit baffled by such formality. Did they train all soldiers to be so precise? She usually only saw such precision in her own work.

"You can call me Hope." She offered him a hand. "Dr. Hope Chandler. I mostly go by Hope though."