On the way they passed Ridley, who was with another young man, both dressed in all black, the material looking soft and expensive. Petra, one of Tor's girlfriends, had told him what it was called, but he couldn't remember the name at the moment. They were invited too, which made Ridley smile and seem pretty happy all things considered. Well, things could have been tense between them, Tor guessed, but it was a simple fact that Ali was going to have sex with other men. And probably women. At least Ridley would make sure to treat her properly and with respect.

Then they managed to pick up a young man almost randomly, a second year, that also needed food but was too proud to ask, and ran through the whole diner bet thing with him, including him without question. He was a scholarship kid and rather humbly let them know that, but Tor just shrugged.

“So you got in by earning your place rather than having it handed to you? Good. I don't think anyone here has a problem with hard work, do they?” The other new kid in black surprised him a bit by stepping forward and putting out his hand to shake.

“I'm Gersh, pleased to meet you.”

The boy ducked his head shyly and shook hands, clearly expecting a game or to be mocked, but hunger drove him to at least try.

“Henry.” He replied.

In all they had a round group of ten that was dressed in multiple dark shades, when the server in the restaurant, a fairly short woman only about three inches taller than Tor, wearing a pretty blue and red skirt and cream colored top, saw their plain clothing she balked a bit and didn't want to let them in. Tor cast his mind out again, just to see what the problem was. It was simple enough, she really doubted that they had enough to pay for the meal and didn't want to have her place of work ripped off. Ah. That kind of seemed sensible, if people didn't normally pay first.