Shelke wasn't the only one adjusting to a level of hunger that they weren't used to. After finally deciding that a handful of the selection of foods on offer were going to him much more good than harm Sephiroth had picked out a few that didn't seem to be too sweet or fatty and approached the arrangement of tables. It seemed everywhere was a full table, except for where there was a small girl in red mage clothing - or so Spencer had pointed out.

Spencer shuffled along a few feet behind Sephiroth, giving his wings a well-earned rest as the tall, armored purple-and-silver Warrior came to a stop a polite distance from the table on which Shelke was sat.

"Excuse me. I don't suppose those other seats are taken?"