07: Ayala

Ayala had become somewhat familiar with the kind of food they provide here over the past week, although it had become as much a physical adjustment for her as a mental one. The food her, and more importantly her digestive system was used to had been vastly different. Even the meat wasn't quite like anything she'd had before coming here.
Eggs were the most familiar thing, aside from the meat. Although she'd never seen them like this before being sent here. She usually just sucked them out of their shells when she found them. And toast? Pancakes? There was nothing like these back home. Or the 'syrup' although it seemed more like some sort of sap than anything else.
She did use the utensils, although awkwardly. It seemed to be what people did here, and she was making an effort to learn their ways.
After eating Ayala eagerly started answering Bernice's questions in her own language, grateful that she seemed to understand why she'd gathered these items last night.
After each answer she'd wait for her to repeat it, then ask the same question; "What is this?" in her own language.