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Maria scooped up some of the mashed potatoes, or at least what looked liked mashed potatoes, and slowly went for her first bite of the meal, which was a small one to allow herself to get ready for more decent bites, and as expected, it tasted off, very off. Her face twisted in minor anguish as she forced herself to swallow. It wasn't until after this, that she noticed the boy next to her say hello.

Maria noticed the slur in the boy's greeting, though couldn't tell whether it was from the boy's origin, or if he just had trouble speaking. She repeated what the boy said in her mind four times before she finally understood what the boy said. She turned her head away from the food and looked at the boy, analyzing him from top to bottom, and in her head saying the kid could use a tan, he looked like a ghost for crying out loud. Maria almost blankly, thinking it'd be weird to smile at him after having tasted probably the worst thing she's tasted in her entire life.

"Hello." Maria replied calmly as she set the spoon down back onto her plate. "Your name would be?"