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Aeth was still suspicious of Zalmon, but Trent had called him a friend. "Okay." He says, seemingly immediately soothed. He follows the other two in, wisely pretending to not hear what Trent said about him. He shakes his head. Dragons had excellent hearing, but he knew what secrets were. And he would pretend he hadn't heard that secret. "Is there food?" He asks suddenly, sitting up. He smelled something yummy wafting in from the kitchens.

Trent took his seat across from the demon boy, and patted for Aeth to sit next to him. "Honestly, I'm still technically new to the school and don't know that much about the places at school or outside of it. This is my first time at this cafe." He said softly.

Trent took a whiff. "Something does smell good indeed." He chimed in and laughed a bit. "I'd be tempted to try one of everything, but I doubt you have the money to pay for all that."

"Its my first time here too and still new to the school, but I don't think the prices will be high as it would for a restaurant. I wouldn't have said I would if I didn't have money to pay for one of everything" said Zalmon. He nodded, "Yes, drinks too" he responded to the question about drinks. "Like I have said to Trent I will take care with spending money" he said and wasn't trying to be generous just keeping his word. He pulls the standing menu over to the middle of the table with his tail and since it has three sides they all have a side to look at with repeated information.

Aeth looks at Zalmon and smiles happily. "Really? Okay!" He says, beginning to put the gems away, then looking over at Trent. "They're pretty stones." He says simply. He had lots of them sitting around back home, away from the school. His Father-Who-Is-Not had made him bring some, saying that it would do him some good or other. He offers Trent a few. "Here." He says. "Gift." Then looks at the menu. He blinks, then shrugs. He didn't know what these human terms were. "Meat!" He finally says after a few minutes of frowning at the menu. What was a caprese anyways? "I want meat!"

Trent smiled nervously as Aeth's cute gesture. "No no that's ok. I was only joking. You keep your jewels, or at least hold on to them for me."He said feeling awkward for taking such gems. He laughed a little when Aeth merely wanted "meat". His room mate sure spoke like a child.

The demi-god looked at Zalmon. "You don't want anything else to eat? That doesn't seem like much compared to us." He said, worried his new friend wasn't going to eat much.

Zalmon shook his head at the absurd question, "No, fried slices of potatoes" he answers Aeth. He concluded with what he has heard so far that this guy is most definitely a novice to this culture. He smiles just a little of how happy Aeth gets over steak. He turns his attention to Trent at hearing his friend worry over how less he has ordered compared to him. "Not really. I don't a big appetite plus I have been craving something sweet" he responds. He gets out of his seat, "I will go order for us" he says before walking over to the counter to order what they want.

Aeth blinks. "Then why are they not called fried potatoes?" He asks, deeply confused. Humans were so strange. He watches Zalmon leave to place the order, as he said, then looks at Trent. He pets him reassuringly, something that others had done for him. "If Zalmon or Trent needs more, I can hunt." He says, smiling. He had no idea how strange that would sound in a modernized human society.

Evan walked into the cafe and went up to the counter, sitting on a stool and ordering a coffee. He ran his fingers through his messy curled like dyed blonde hair, removing hair from his big brown almost black eyes.
Evan was wearing dark old blue jeans, black converse that had paint on them and a white shirt with a vintage big tribal like cardigan.
Once he got his coffee, he paid off the drink. Evan looked at the time and sighed, then rubbing his eyes, there was tiny black bags under his eyes.
Evan took his coffee and went to a table in the corner and looked about the room and spotted aeth with two other men. Nervously Evan rubbed his large hands, then blowing his coffee and taking a sip. Evan really couldn't talk to cute guys that well, he was extremely awkward and weird.