Tony entered the lunchroom and grabbed his lunch from the lunch line. He had more than enough food, some people would think he was going to get fat or something. He just had a high metabolism. Hart blew onto his food, cooling it, frost formed on some of the food. Needless to say, he liked his food cold. Tony looked around the lunch room, and went to the nearest table which happened to have an open seat. It happened to be occupied by Sam and Samantha. Hart said nothing, he looked at both of them for a second, smirking softly, and began eating his food.