Trad couldn't help but laugh at Amy’s remark about his pouting, “Don’t worry, I won’t make it a habit.” He said giving Amy a light pat on the back. 

While they were talking, Sangue let her claw drag on the floor, causing an extremely annoying sound. Trad wanted to say something, but Sangue still had a grumpy look on her face, and the last thing the team needed was for two of them to get in a tuff.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived, they had reached the lunchroom. Trad couldn't help but notice the sea of students all chatting and acting as if they had known each other for year. Trying to avoid eye contact, he moved along to get his food. He ended up with some sort of pasta, not exactly the best food for his nerves but he got it anyway. 

Unable to find a seat, he simply waited until one of the others sat down and joined them.