While organizing the table, his ears caught the sound of the dorm door he's been anticipating. "Ah, had a good sleep? You need all the energy you can get after all." His tone was that of a soft manly voice, unfading fatherly pitch. Your eyes adjusted to find the dining table to be adorned with almost every single food you've ever eaten in this dorm before. It seemed like he didn't know what you liked, so he got everything he knew. There were a few other muslim roommates that were scattering around, getting their things. "There's watermelon in the fridge, I'll get it down after you eat. Now quick! The sun will almost set soon." He urged you to sit down.