"I think I can see inside your nose," murmured the guy with the binoculars, who was looking around at stuff while slouched down in his chair so low he could have rested his chin on the table. He was sweeping around the room looking at stuff, and then would peer over the top of his binoculars to see what he was looking at. He had landed on Hyeonmi, who was eating his namesake with a side of chicken breast.

Hyeonmi, who was mid-bite, found the idea of the inside of his nose very funny, and appeared to be having problems keeping his mouth closed while laughing. Swallowing with difficulty, he took a sip of chocolate milk and started losing it again after seeing the other guy's binoculars pointed in his direction.

"My nose? How is it?" he finally managed, tilting his head back and flaring his nostrils while laughing at the ceiling.

"Oh, oh, verrrrry good," said the other, with the accent of an old 1920s era explorer who had found a novel species of salamander.

Still looking at the ceiling, Hyeonmi could not stop laughing, and the muted laughter from the other side of the table didn't help either.

"Is this a nose exam?" observed Sunny, entering the open room and throwing his bag on his chair. He shook out his hair and rearranged his yellow-lensed glasses. He turned to face the guy with binoculars who was occupying the seat across from Hyeonmi. "These people all act like they hate the doctor and now suddenly you're here and they're here getting checkups," he continued, indignantly.

"We hate your stories about the doctor," said Skip, who had heard the conversation as he walked in. "Everyone, you should see the doctor regularly, let's take care of our health."

"I'm happy to promote nose health," said the new recruit seriously. At this, Hyeonmi was again losing it, his mouth determinedly clamped shut over his last bite of chicken and rice as he tried to contain his mirth. His hair was almost dragging in the few leftover bits of rice at this point as he shoulders shook with laughter.

Finally swallowing and gasping for air, Hyeonmi said, "Guys, I found the pigeon guy."

"I assumed," said Sunny, languidly peering through his yellow lenses at the newcomer.

"You call me pigeon guy?" said the pigeon guy in question.

"Pigeon," agreed Hyeonmi. "Because I thought—" (poorly restrained giggling) "—that you were looking at pigeons."

"Pideulgi, oh yeasssss," came the voice of Daisy, who came in dragging the day's enormous food order with Jjim behind him carrying the other half.

"You found Pigeon?? Aaaaaa... I should have ordered breadcrumbs," said Jjim, with his usual dramatic enunciation. "Pideulgi hello," he added.

"You don't have to join the club," Skip reminded him, sitting at his seat to Pideulgi Guy's left, at the head of the table. "But everyone kept talking about you, so it's nice to have you here finally."

The now-christened Pideulgi was staring wide-eyed at the leader of the club. "You're the skip-class guy," he said.

"My reputation precedes me," he sighed. "Yep, I frequently skip class. Howdy."

"This sounds weird but I'm really interested in your motives," said Pideulgi seriously, tightly gripping the binoculars that were still around his neck.

"For skipping class?"

"No, no, I know that it's because you're bored and know the material," he answered assuredly. "But like.. how do you decide that day where to go? You don't have to tell me where," he added hurriedly. "I'm just really curious—"

"School is rigid, right," Skip said, repeatedly opening and closing the cover of the textbook he had thrown on the table. "You go, and you have to go to class at a certain time, and then you have to turn in your work at a certain time, and there's nothing else to it."

Pideulgi nodded thoughtfully. Everyone else was also staring at Skip in rapt silence.

"But if I skip class, despite still following deadlines for work or exams, for a second I feel like I'm living how people are supposed to live," he continued. "Circumstantially. Where you follow your own inner self for a little bit. You know—" he gestured around. "You know, people ignore themselves a lot. Sometimes they have to, because that's the kind of world we live in. But it's not good to do that all the time because you forget what your own voice sounds like. So that's what I do."

Hyeonmi was nodding at the table solemnly. There was a brief moment of rapt silence before everyone started saying something.

"—genius—"

"—classic response —" (that was Sunny, who was gesturing around again) "—like a philosophy class in here."

"— as expected," crowed Jjim proudly. "Our bro.. Skippy." He had finished setting out four trays heaped with grilled pork galbi. "Did somebody see the sesame leaves??"

Pideulgi saw them laying by the stack of tiny containers of ssamjang dipping sauce and tossed them into the middle of the table.

"I need someone with binoculars over here," shouted Daisy. "Emergency."

Pideulgi immediately sprang to attention and swiveled around in his chair. Hyeonmi pointed to him and gestured to Skip while scrunching up his nose, more and more pleased with himself for convincing the "pigeon guy" to join the club.

"I need to know," Daisy said seriously. He paused to make a face that looked as if he was deciding what to say while chewing on a piece of gum. "My fashion. How is it.. close up?" He posed with his thumb and forefinger under his chin.

Pideulgi scanned over Daisy's denim jacket, which had a faded pocket with a leopard brooch on it. He saw a corner on his loose T shirt, which had geometric lines on it in primary colors, in which the lines made a flower-like pattern. He flicked his gaze up to his pastel blue corduroy hat and caught a flash of an eye, then down again for a brief flash of a silver chain link bracelet.

"Bro," he said, "Your fashion is max impact right now." He gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh yeass, okay okay," grinned Daisy, making some novel kind of hip-hop gesture.

Sunny sighed loudly from his seat at the end of the table opposite Skip. Daisy sat at his seat closest to Sunny's on the left, already grilling him for his manner of breathing. "What, huh? Shall I give you some fashion tips?"

Sunny looked at him coldly from behind his yellow lenses.

"Those glasses are cool, though," Daisy admitted.

Upon mention of the glasses, Sunny immediately opened his mouth. "According to my eye doctor," he began, but he was interrupted by general groans around the table and an exclamation from Jjim.

"Not another doctor," he said, looking supremely pained as he combined all the lettuce onto one plate. "How many doctors do you see weekly, huh? At this point it seems like you regularly visit a doctor convention."

Sunny continued on, ignoring him. "—said that increased blue light frequencies can lead to eye strain, so I'm trying to wear these more to protect my weak eyes."

"DoctorCon," sniggered Hyeonmi to Skip, who nearly spat out his water.

"Doesn't blue light come from computers?" said Daisy interestedly.

"Well, yes," Sunny said mildly.

Skip looked around the table. "Is anyone here a computer?"

"I thought you were," said Jjim, who had started eating, stuffing a crumpled up lettuce leaf and a piece of meat into his mouth.

Skip laughed. "I don't think so."

"Then you're safe, bro," assured Daisy emphatically. Still laughing to himself, he picked up a piece of grilled meat and dipped it in ssamjang, clapping Sunny on the shoulder.

Sunny made a pained expression again, eating a piece of meat with about four pieces of raw garlic. Hyeonmi saw this and pointed at him with one eye closed. "That's the Korean ratio," he announced. "70% garlic."

"Are you worried about turning into a bear?" asked Pideulgi, who had started to eat after seeing the others eating.

Daisy nearly choked while cramming a bite of lettuce and meat into his mouth. "This guy," he laughed incredulously, pointing at him and losing it.

"Deulgi, you're staying, right," said Hyeonmi, who pointed at him somewhat threateningly.

"Are you going to punch me out if I don't?" asked Deulgi, shoving meat into his mouth and raising his eyebrows again.

"I don't work out so I can punch people out," said Hyeonmi, exasperated. "Wanna find out or what."

"Scary," said Deulgi, making a face that would have convinced any passerby that he was eating a raw lemon. "Too many muscles."

"Well, if he beats you up then at least you know who to ask for a doctor," said Jjim, shooting Sunny a dirty look.

Daisy, who was now wearing Sunny's yellow classes, cackled with laughter, while the glasses' owner appeared to be peacefully meditating over his pile of lettuce and garlic.

"I only beat up volleyballs," said Hyeonmi, trying to be reassuring but countering his statement with a sudden and swift uppercut towards what was presumably an invisible volleyball suspended midair. Pideulgi raised his binoculars again.

"I think it's a home run," he said.