"Fifth," he said, blinking doeishly at her over his cup. He was surprised at the coincidence, though he could not have said why; as big as Anaheim was, she wasn't the first housemate he had met outside their shared building's walls. "Did the pictures turn out?" He cast a quick, darting glance around them, reassuring himself no-one was listening to their suddenly borderline insane conversation. "Egyptian," he said, smirking deeply. "Sand in my shoes for days after. What was yours?"