"Mele." Her own name was stated without her usual role call speech-y thing. She'd been about to, but remembered she hadn't found Rio-sama yet, he might not be here, and she really wanted to get at that bulletin board.

"Ehhh?" Mele poked her food with her fork as Soma explained its contents. Turkey? Ha, too bad she'd never known a practitioner of Turkey Fist. That would have been pretty damn funny. "I wouldn't know," Mele dismissed Soma's question.

Mele speared a piece of the turkey and held it up, looking at it from several angles before taking a cautious bite. The last times she'd tried eating, years ago, she'd gotten violently sick, and the incident still stuck in her brain. She'd been retching at what she hoped was a discreet place out back when footsteps had sounded on the tile, and before Mele could recover enough to turn, a gentle hand had landed on her back, right where her muscles hurt the most. When her sickness had turned into dry retching, she had turned only to catch a glimpse of Rio-sama's back, and the sound of his footsteps quietly walking away. He'd never mentioned it afterward, but from then on, Mele only stayed long enough in the room to make sure he was actually eating.

"...It's good," Mele said after chewing. "So," she speared another piece, "what was the fight about?"