The clatter of the mess hall was a familiar, comforting sound, a backdrop to your well earned meal. You’d just managed to spear a particularly promising looking piece of meat when a shadow fell over your tray.

Thump.

A second tray, piled so obscenely high with roasted meats that it defied the laws of physics, slammed onto the table opposite of you. Before you could even process the intrusion, Guita Hebby Fantasia plopped into the seat, her wide, energetic grin taking up your entire field of vision. She immediately leaned so far across the table that her chin was practically in your plate, her wild hair almost brushing your food.

"Hey, hey! You gonna eat dat?" she demanded, not even a hello, pointing her fork directly at the piece of mear you’d just been eyeing. Her voice was a loud, cheerful slur. "If you're not, gimme! Looks tender! Or...!" She pulled back just enough to gesture wildly with her fork between her mountain of meat and your modest plate. "We can share! Yeah! Share!"

She didn't wait for an answer, already tearing into a hunk of meat on her own tray with passion, talking around a full mouth. "But it's gotta be a trade, right? Right! So, tell me a story! A good one! 'Bout a big fight! Da biggest one you ever been in! C'mon, c'mon, tell me while we chew!" Her eyes sparkled with unrestrained enthusiasm, completely oblivious to the concept of personal space or a peaceful meal.