|Thursday, August 3, 2006|
|Panel 1: The
woman we've been following is finally about to get her name, just in
time for lunch. She is in line in the dining hall's buffet. Beside her
is a tall man with curly black hair and glasses. He is putting salad on
his plate. He smiles at the woman, who is wearing a worried frown.|
Man: Hey...it's Marie, isn't it? How're you settling in?
Marie: My bathroom-mate is allergic to soap, and she says I live next door to Satan.
Panel 3: The man ponders, a hand gripping his chin.
Man: I would've known how to respond to "Fine, thanks."
Marie: Why should I be the only predictable person here?
Alt-Text: Things We All Learn At Lunch In Hall...