He laughed to himself. Youth. Dante laughed for a moment. He stopped for a second. Youth?! I'm only 21. He felt like an old man. What was wrong with him?! Dante shook his head for a moment.
"Yep. I'm sure you've seen some awfully familiar food in the fridges before." He said with a quiet laugh. "Well they are certainly more qualified than me." He said with a shrug. Dante worked out every day, well work out was a little over-stated. He made time to run two to three miles every day, no exceptions. It kept his body slim and trim. He had a small frame, so he knew that it meant he had to keep up on the exercise.
"I'm sure they probably don't cover up enough. Not like everything that matters isn't covered. I just feel like there should be a little more to them. At your age..." He said before he stopped with a cough, and his cheeks turned red. "Nevermind that." He said quickly. To be honest, he would wear smaller if he thought he could get away with it. Definitely not something he was going to tell a student. Perhaps if there was a faculty only swimming area. He tried sunbathing in his underwear, on the roof once, and he wasn't even up there for five minutes before some kids appeared.
"This week we'll be cooking quiche." He said quickly trying to change the subject.