Re: Matt/Chris -- Food Table -- 8:05 p.m.
Chris' head bobbed, his own now-wet napkin crumpled into a ball in his fist as he did his best to hold his leg so that the wet spot didn't touch his skin. It was still pretty warm out, and he hoped it would dry quickly -- the spot wasn't big enough to really merit going inside and changing, not to mention Chris knew he wouldn't come back out if he had to trek all the way back up to his apartment. He licked his lips, pushing his overladen plate into the hand holding the napkin and extended the now free one to his unwitting companion.
"Chris," he said. "Sorry, I can't remember your name, but I'm pretty sure I saw it on the forums. And don't let me interrupt your getting free food; I mean, there's few perks living here as it is, right?"