Having effectively skipped eating breakfast, Tony was hungry by lunchtime. He'd kicked a ball around the recreational field nearly all morning. Exercise and sunshine made for a healthy appetite. He took his tray and looked for somewhere to sit. Spotting Kvothe talking to someone and the ice bag in addition to the cast took some of his cheer away, but he knew he'd be able to talk to his friend in their room at dinner.

He arranged his glass and plate on the table and set the tray on a nearby chair. "I don't mean to interrupt, but if I'm going to eat here, we may as well say hello."