Richard watches as Gus wordlessly walks past. He turns the corner before Richard can say anything. What's gotten into him? Still in disbelief, he slowly turns around and continues through the cafeteria doors.
After a noticeably short wait in line, he gets his food--or, at least what is suggested to be food. Richard isn't so sure himself. The unusually large beetle sitting in the middle of his tray does nothing to support the notion. Well, first time for everything, I guess. He tries to get over his culture shock and looks for someplace to sit. His squadron mates happen to have a table.
"Morning," he says to everyone as he sets down his tray on the table and takes a seat.
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