M'lcolm sauntered through the dining hall, looking for a place to sit. No matter the weyr, it seemed like every place that called riders and dragons home was also the home of crowded eating facilities. Breakfast and dinner especially were rife with overpopulation, as they had to share the space with wherhandlers on their opposite schedules.
Spotting an open seat, M'lcolm made headway over to it. Sitting opposite the vacant chair was a young rider, a woman, who seemed to be eating alone. He approached her, putting on the most dazzling grin he could muster. "Um, excuse me? Miss? Is, perchance, this seat open? I've been searching all over for a place to eat my dinner, and this is the only spot I've managed to find that isn't currently occupied. I'd like to eat my dinner before it's as cold as the, er, winter's wind. Would it be alright if I joined you this fine evening?"