[ (She’s here because sometimes friends like to visit friends! Geez, Sousei...)
Pyrrha follows the tray more than either of them, delicately peeling back the foil. It had been wrapped well enough to keep everything tight and preserved, heat nearly strangled, but now the unmistakable smell of tacos, tacos and even more tacos fills the air. The table is a bit odd to her, as indicated by Pyrrha’s struggle to sit down comfortably - but even that’s brief before she’s standing again. ]
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Pyrrha follows the tray more than either of them, delicately peeling back the foil. It had been wrapped well enough to keep everything tight and preserved, heat nearly strangled, but now the unmistakable smell of tacos, tacos and even more tacos fills the air. The table is a bit odd to her, as indicated by Pyrrha’s struggle to sit down comfortably - but even that’s brief before she’s standing again. ]
Where do you keep your plates? I’ll get them.