Armani rests his hands on the smoochy Freshman's shoulders and gently turns them to face away. "Cause... food pyramids...?" he distractedly explains, now busy lifting up the front of his dress robes and tying them into a knot in front of him. He's wearing a pair of sensible shoes that perfectly match the sparkly red-violet of his robes.

He looks up at the string of garlic hanging above. "Find the root..?" It's not a root, but it's a bulb of a plant and the smell is prevalent. And it's very much out of reach. "Maybe this?" he asks, already starting to climb the shelves.