[ Though Francel's opinion that his friend-to-be is too nice goes without comment, Zephirin questions it with a quirked brow — his statements were objectively true. The food outdoes the cafeteria's selection, and Francel, as the cook, deserves praise.

At this rate, however, the student librarian won't have time to finish his lunch before the break ends, so focused on observing Zephirin. The upperclassman's gaze drops to Francel's untouched lunchbox.

After a moment's thought, outwardly time taken to acquire that forkful of mashed potatoes, Zephirin settles on a suggestion to make before anything else: ]

I don't eat there often myself, but you're welcome to join me, next time, if you like.

[ Janlenoux would be better suited to keeping Francel company, easing him into sitting in the cafeteria with friends, he thinks — maybe they could exchange recipes. Nevertheless, the fact of the matter is that Francel has taken an interest in him. ]

I'd recommend bringing your own food anyway.