how life meets the universe ((Sarah))

"Mmm." Priscilla sniffed the spaghetti walking into the Italian restaurant around the academy. This is my food. I miss eating European cuisines, Priscilla thought. The very stylish male waiter walked up to her. "Vuoi che il tuo menù per il vostro pasto Antipasti?" He said in Italian. Priscilla knew 5 different languages. She possibly knew what he was saying. Priscilla read his name tag. "Yes, I may, Stanchion." she said. Stanchion obviously knew she was from Europe. Priscilla read the Antipasti menu. "Mozzarelline fritte, will do." She said in a fancy voice. When her Antipasti was done she ordered her meal.