Tom and Kel waited sat at there own table. "You know how to move little man... Who taught you how to fight?" Kel said, biting into a sandwich.
Tom looked at his lunch and poked at it with a fork. "I taught myself... I never really thought about it that much though." He said, stabbing a piece of orange. "You aren't to bad in a fight either." He said, rubbing his jaw. They both laughed as they talked and ate lunch.