Lunch, Friday Noon

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Eating in a mess remained a comfortable habit. It was with no particular surprise that Ender found himself drifting there during the lunch hours, considering the day's options with a mildly curious expression.

Ham and cheese sandwiches, salad, and a kind of pudding that looked dangerous both in color and in shape, but he'd eaten worse things. He settled at a table that was neither in the corner nor particularly in the middle, and ate quietly.

If anything, it was a good place to watch.

[ lunch is always open. at lunch ]

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After a moment of consideration for his words, Temari looked away. "What are you?"

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He couldn't quite hide the little bolt of guilt that struck him straight in the stomach when she said that, but Ender's defenses were old by now, and his face managed to bury the brunt of it under the quiet disaffected mask he'd perfected by now. "I'm Ender Wiggin," he said, "That's all, more or less."

Unless she wanted to see where they'd put in the strings, before, one for each limb, one for each digit, but he wasn't going to share that.

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"It wasn't an accusation," Temari said, uncrossing her legs and standing up.

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"You asked," he replied, simply.

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"Are you from this place? Like the others?"

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That told him a few things. "You're not," Ender observed, "I take it the island displaced you through time and space?" That's what he'd picked up about the island-- seemingly random visitors from all ends of universes, known and unknown.

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"Almost none of the technology exists where I come from," She admitted after a moment. "Are you?"

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"No." Ender's tone held a faint edge to it; not quite a warning, but the assurance that he wouldn't go there, wasn't willing to go there, and that it wasn't important at all. He didn't want questions-- on some level, she'd recognised him for what he was, and he spent enough time having to deal with that on his own.

He was just tired of it. "I stayed for the food." He held up his tray.

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Nodding in a sort of understanding, Temari looked away to give him some privacy again. It made sense to her, at least.

"There aren't many like us here."

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"That's probably a good thing," he said, and then fell silent.

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"Probably," She agreed and smoothed the lines of her dress as she stepped away from the table. "Try to smile. It will help."

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Briefly, his mind flashed back to Valentine. It was silly, and it was stupid-- Temari was nothing like her at all.

But in the moment, Ender gave her a smile for that anyway, one that krept just slightly up into his cheeks before it fell back down again.

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"Good to meet you, Ender," Temari said, nodding her head slightly.

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"Good to meet you, Temari," he returned, because kindness deserved some kindness in return, especially if it came without pity. "I'll see you around."