Kurt sat at a table nearby, a hat customarily pulled low over his face. Sure. the kedan didn't look twice at his blue skin or his pointed tail, but old habits were always the last to die. He can't help but giggle a little bit at the trouble the old man was having with his meal, and after scooping up his own plate of semi-unidentifiable "food", he walks over to Wolverine's table to join him.

"In some cultures, turning one's nose up at their food is a grave offense. Though I don't know what it say about you when your food turns it's nose up at you, ein freund."

Kurt smiles a toothy smile, and removes his hat so as to be more easily identified.