Spending Time

His observation didn't suprise Noah. He nodded, a tired smile playing on his lips. The chef chuckled,

"Don't worry, kid, I'm absolutely certain you'll enjoy our meal and will soon become a regular. What can I get you?"

Gazing over a menu projected onto the countertop, Noah felt a pang of hunger he hadn't realized was there. The menu boasted an array of dishes that fused magical ingredients with modern culinary techniques. There were seared dragon steaks with a mango-habanero salsa, levitating truffle fries dusted with pixie dust, and even a deconstructed wyvern egg souffle with a side of enchanted mushroom sauce.

Noah's eyes scanned the menu, mesmerized by the strange yet delicious-sounding combinations. A chance to experience the vibrant energy of the upperclassmen and the culinary magic of the restaurant - was an unexpected perk, one he was determined to enjoy.

''Alright, I'm in for a bit of an adventure,"