[Veronica is looking around for a seat in the crowded lunch room, holding a tray that was very reminiscent of pretty much every lunch she's ever had: a selection of tiny bites of everything available so she could try it all. With a little tilt of her head, she catches sight of a very familiar tray of blue hair and makes her way over to stand by him with a bright smile.]
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Sayo, hello. May I join you?