“It’s fine Ciara. A name is only a name. If it’s any better though, just Rei is okay,” Reikia told Ciara grinning. She found it amusing hearing the name spoken in the girl’s Scottish accent, even if it wasn’t pronounced right. It didn’t take an awful lot to please her, and Ciara just trying was enough to make her smile.

"Beggin' yer pardon, dears, but does this school often serve food that ye canna tell what's what?"

Reikia giggled, but didn’t answer the question. She had no more idea then Ciara had. She had only arrived newly there herself, and this was her first taste of the food the Cafertia had to offer. By the look of things though, it didn’t seem far from the truth. The food did without a doubt look inedible, and unless the dinner staff changed, which she thought highly improbable; it would be the same unrecognisable pulp everyday.

Attentively she turned to gaze at Ciara and frowned. She was trying her best to look serious and not give any hints away that she was joking, as she said, “I think you can see why now someone would use that as a projectile. It doesn't really look like food at all!”

"Sheep stomach - and other sheep organs?"

Echo to Ciara's sadistic Narcissus, for a moment. V glances, one eyebrow raised, at Reikia; her gaze may be difficult to read, but there are always clues in her behavior, however well controlled she is. She waits for Ciara to answer Rei's question, before asking one of her own. Namely,

"Do they carry those ingredients at the grocery store?"

(No, she doesn't do her own shopping much;
why do you ask?)