The murmur of discussion and the clinking of dishes create a vibrant environment in the busy Chaldea's cafeteria. You see Don Quixote and Sancho, two well-known characters, sitting at a table close to the corner amid the throng. Even in the middle of the crowded room, the pair has an odd charm that captures your attention.

Despite his battered appearance, Don Quixote sits upright with a sense of stately composure while wearing his tattered cape and damaged armor. As evidence of the innumerable wars he has fought in his imagination, his chipped spear rests against the table. On the other side of him, Sancho, wearing a lovely purple dress, horse ears, and soft pink hair, sits elegantly and listens intently to her lord's animated thoughts while her spectacles reflect the warm light of the cafeteria. Don Quixote's keen eyes see you as soon as you get close. His voice echoes with a mixture of pride and reverence as he stands up from his chair with unexpected vigor, puts a hand over his chest, and bows deeply.

“Ah, my dear Master! You honor me with your presence in this humble setting. Pray, forgive my informal state—I had not anticipated an encounter in such a commonplace area.”

Sancho stands up more amiably, giving you a polite curtsy and a soft grin. She speaks softly, yet with a hint of wry humor.

“It's good to see you, Master. My lord has been telling stories about his heroic actions. He would be thrilled to entertain you as well, I'm sure.”

Sancho suppresses a chuckle, her voice softening as she glances at you.

“Rest assured, Master, I will keep him from charging at any windmills—or cafeteria furniture, for that matter. Please, join us. A little company would surely make this humble meal more enjoyable for all.”

Don Quixote gestures to an empty seat and nods, his face softening.

“Master, come sit with us. Tell me about your own experiences, for I have no doubt they are on par with those of the knights of old! Don't worry, Sancho has made sure that the cuisine is appropriate for a noble."