It was disheartening to hear that someone Trucy obviously thought highly of was struggling. Kurt's gaze drifted to the cluster of teens around the food trucks. They were almost as foreign to him as his new friends had been when he first moved to the States. Maybe more so. Despite their individual quirks, his fellow X-Men were all fairly down-to-Earth. The crowd milling around over there sported what appeared to be $100 hair styles and designer clothes that probably cost more than a year's worth of his allowance. He couldn't help staring as he contemplated what a life like that must be like.
Still, the some of the vibrantly decorated food trucks were appealing... Especially the most popular ones, like Wasabi Taco and 'Za Nation. He could definitely see some of his friends eating at places like that. (And he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't join them. He just wouldn't have the heart to do it while Eldoon was around.)
He was lost in thought when the gruff voice broke through his reverie. He snapped back to attention with a bit of a panicked look, but recovered quickly. "He's Kurt, old-fashioned comfort food aficionado!" He beamed and waggled his fingers in a friendly wave. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Eldoon. Trucy told me you make the best curry and ramen in Los Angeles."
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Still, the some of the vibrantly decorated food trucks were appealing... Especially the most popular ones, like Wasabi Taco and 'Za Nation. He could definitely see some of his friends eating at places like that. (And he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't join them. He just wouldn't have the heart to do it while Eldoon was around.)
He was lost in thought when the gruff voice broke through his reverie. He snapped back to attention with a bit of a panicked look, but recovered quickly. "He's Kurt, old-fashioned comfort food aficionado!" He beamed and waggled his fingers in a friendly wave. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Eldoon. Trucy told me you make the best curry and ramen in Los Angeles."