Cru sees the waiter pop out of thin air and he hears his stomach grumble. He flushes a dark red and walks farther into the messhall, looking around for an empty table to sit at alone. Or at least an empty seat near no one. He had brought his own lunch, but it is in his bag and he didn't want to eat it until he was sitting down. He sees the guy chowing down on pizza and Cru licks his lips. He has never tried pizza. No one would ever let him. He shakes his head and continues walking.