Peter had come to lunch late, as per usual, because he'd been far too busy with an assignment set up to care about eating. Also, as per usual. He'd finally been reminded about it by a rather pestering student, and so made his way to the dining hall to get his apparently necessary 'fill'.
When he neared the table, and moved to sit down with his food, he was surprised to hear a familiar voice. He'd been in his own little world, and felt himself shaken from it before looking to Evienne. Smiling brightly, he dropped into a seat near her, after adjusting his course, and set next to her as food appeared on his dining plate.
"Hi Evienne, it's been eventful. Feathers and all, how about you?"