You didn’t see hide nor hair of JANI until lunch time. You were sitting by yourself, eating a toasted ham sandwich meal when the polygonal Picasso person puttered towards your perch. She had a tray packed with what appeared to be food... if you squinted a little bit. It looked to be as low-poly as she was.
“Pardon my inquiry,” she said, “but per chance is the seat beside you open?”
“Uhh... sure,” you replied. With a grin, she sat down and spoke an odd prayer before she ate.
“We thank the Great Runas for this bounty,” she recited softly, “May this sumptuous feast replenish and refresh thy weary code. Pardon me but I must say grace before I tuck into my comestibles.”
“I didn’t think you would like the religious type.”
“Me?” JANI cocked her head, “Well that just comes with the territory I suppose. Eh? Pardon my next inquiry, but per chance are you my desk neighbor at homeroom?”
“What? I... yeah! John Doe. Nice to meet you!”
“I concur! It’s nice to meet you as well! It’s not often that an ENA such as myself gets to visit the concrete realm! And I already have a new acquaintance! This is certainly exciting!”
“I can’t say I’ve ever met an... ENA?”
“My species of course,” she clarified, “although I can never remember what it’s an acronym for. Say, to commemorate our friendship, what say I share a special treat with thee! What say you?”
“I... sure!” you nod.
“I’ve just the thing!” she said, opening her briefcase which seemed to not be a laptop this time, “It’s a delicious nougat from Spain! Of course the proper name for it is... turrón!”
“TURRÓN?”
“TURRÓN!”