"Hi," he replied. Was this the hostess then? Ciaran looked at the girl, but he didn't recognise her save for perhaps the odd passing in the hallway. She was tall though, really tall. She was probably one of the upper years.

That explained why he hadn't spoken to her before.

Ciaran's ears perked at 'warm' and 'fresh out of the oven'. He'd never had enchiladas before, but there was a first time for everything. Especially if they were ready now. "Yeah, okay."