[center][h1]Men of the Rising Sun[/h1]
Krayzikk
Justin and Otto[/center]

"Careful, wouldn't want to hype them past what they are." Justin quipped and continued down the hall, following the increasingly intense scent of all things breakfast. Eggs, bacon, coffee, and yes, the underlying scent of cinnamon. He had to admit that the smell [i]was[/i] fantastic. He hadn't been too hungry before but now he could definitely feel hunger lurking at the edges of his mind. A cinnamon bun and a cup of coffee really did sound appealing. "But with how good they smell, I don't think you were exaggerating. Who knows, maybe they did invent a little bit of culinary magic for them."

The investigator grinned, turning off of the main hall and into the cafeteria. It had an efficient layout; food to the right, stations spaced far enough to avoid too many traffic jams, and seating off to the left. True to form, Justin filled a mug of coffee as he walked by the machine and sipped it as he surveyed the rest of his options. Cinnamon bun, definitely. Probably some eggs and bacon. Maybe a glass of orange juice. Pancakes were tempting, but he was already having plenty of sugar. Time to consult the expert.

"What else is good, Mr. Otto?" He paused to take another sip from his mug, then glance over to the other young man. "You're the resident expert. Which, come to think of it, reminds me; what does the average day here look like? Any briefings? Required meetings? I haven't seen too much structure yet. Which isn't a bad thing, it's just... Curious. Not what I would have expected."