12: Ni-Bump-ght

Kang Park-Min
After showering and changing Min wandered down to breakfast playing on his phone, the cafeteria had a few people in it. He saw someone he didn’t know about to walk into the kitchen and called out giving them a bow. “Ma'am. Food is through here in the refectory, I wouldn’t wander into the kitchens if I were you, chef can be a bit temperamental.”
He beckoned the girl across, she had a strange skin tone but that was nothing unusual around here he decided.
“Hi I am Kang Park-Min, or Min. That is less of a mouthful.”
There was a good spread of hot and cold food available. He felt like kimchi eggs on toast this morning, he was Korean after all and kimchi went with every meal. Min liked the food here, they always refilled a small pot of his staple for him. If he asked when he came in he was always assured of freshly cooked noodles, noodles did not do well in a warming dish. He took a couple of slices of thick grain toast and scrambled eggs, on top of which he placed some kimchi.