fandomhigh | Health, Period 3, Friday, 9/15

Elliot waved to the class as they filed in.

"Hey. You are finally meeting me for real the first time next week, but I have read your surveys. Thanks for filling them out, I think we'll have an interesting time." That was one way to describe having what she was still hoping was not a younger version of her best friend-slash-ex in the class, anyhow.

"Anyhow, I'm Elliot Reid -- call me Elliot or Dr. Reid, I don't care -- and today we're discussing nutrition. I have a long handout on it, but basically, nutrition studies the relationship between what you eat, and how you feel. Yeah, right now you might live on Doritos and Mountain Dew and feel fine but mostly, if you eat crap, you'll feel like crap -- if not now, when you're 30 and diabetic, or 40 and have a heart attack.

"Which is so incredibly cheery to think about, huh? So bottom line, don't eat crap. Or at least don't only eat crap." It was entirely possible the lump in her jeans pocket that she fondled longingly about then was a candy bar.

"The government used to do this handy chart saying how many servings of stuff you should eat, but they gave it up, and now they have a web thingie that gives advice based on how old and active you are. Like, I'm 28 and I run every day, so it says I should have 6 ounces of grans, 2.5 cups of vegetables, 2 cups of fruit, 3 cups of milk and 5.5 ounces of protein. Your recommendations may be different -- play with the site and find out." Not that she usually followed her recommendations, but admitting to living on microwave popcorn and Diet Coke was not the best idea with a new class.

"I hope all of you kept a food journal this week. If you didn't, fake it really, really fast, because you're pairing up and doing a role-playing exercise. One of you is the dietitian and the other is the customer, and your goal is to look over the journals and talk the other person into improved eating habits. I'm here if you need help."

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In which you get to discuss your eating habits, yay.

Jamie has only done a general list of what he eats on a normal basis:

Breakfast: "Wheaties or whatever free food is in the common room."
Lunch: Cheeseboorgers, Hut dogs or Seled
Dinner: Four whole Chickens and a coke.

Sakurazaki's eating habits seem to definately follow a certain trend.

Always a healthy lunch. Always, especially on days before training, which was mostly every day. But not much else, except for the occational splurge on carbs or common room offerings.

Summer's eating habits were okay. Sometimes, she ate healthy things like salads and other times, there was pizza or burgers. Lots of coffee.

Shawn basically lives off whatever the school provides, which he's decided is probably highly unhealthy. Honestly, he'd rather not think about what goes into the school's canteen food.

He greets Summer with a quick wave, and gestures at the desk next to her. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Not at all," Summer said with a grin.

Shawn smiled back, and dropped into the seat. "How's your first couple of weeks gone? Not regretting coming here yet or anything?"

"Not so far," Summer said. "I kinda like it here, weirdness and all. How are you?"

"It wouldn't be quite the same without the bizarre," Shawn agreed with a chuckle. "I've been pretty good, it's been one of those weeks where nothing much happens at all. I'm just waiting for the alien invasion or something. It's been a little too quiet around here."

"I hear you," Summer said. "I'm almost kind of welcoming some sort of invasion, too, just to see what it's like."

"I hear that so long as it isn't creepy voice stealing floaty dudes, it's usually okay." Shawn twirled a pencil between his fingers as he spoke, "Personally I think that in this place you're grading on a curve when it comes to evil things."

"Creepy voice stealing floaty dudes? Do I want to know?" Summer asked.

Shawn laughed and shook his head, "Probably not." He decided that bringing up the removal of vital organs with Summer was probably not a good idea.

"So did you actually do this food diary thing?" Shawn asked. "Because I have to admit I totally forgot about it until five minutes ago."

"I remembered a few days ago, so my food diary isn't really complete," Summer admitted.

"Seeing as most of my meals involve the school canteen, there's sometimes a little difficulty with the identification of things. The menu can take a fair amount of decyphering."

"Maybe that'll be the next invasion. Evil cafeteria food," Summer said, snickering.

Shawn laughed, "Might not be a good idea to say that out loud. Knowing this place, it's entirely possible it'll come true. At some point I'm going to have to explore the restaurants in town, see if the food out in the wide world is worth venturing out for from time to time."

"Oops, sorry, don't want to invoke the evil food gods," Summer said, amused. "I hear the restaurants in town are pretty decent, though I haven't actually tried any."

"Well, if my spaghetti tries to strangle me at lunch tomorrow, at least I know just who to blame," Shawn said smiling. "Well considering we're both lacking in the town food know how we should really go check some of it out. I feel that having been here as long as I have I should have been out there more."

"Yeah, I'll take full responsibility," Summer offered, grinning. "So we're both sort of Fandom restaurant newbies. At least we went to the coffe place, right?"

Shawn nodded, "That's true, the perk is one of the places I know and love. Any place that involves pastries and coffee is never bad in my book, and I've heard good things about Cafe Fina, but never bothered to actually test it out for myself."

"Cafe Fina? Sounds nice," Summer said. "Definitely should check that one out sometime."

Shawn nodded decisively, "Well, that gives something for me to do this weekend. You want to come sample their supposedly good food with me?"

Summer smiled. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

"You free sunday?" Shawn cocked his head in query. "We could pick up lunch there."

"I should be, yeah," Summer replied. "Lunch sounds good."

Shawn grinned, "Well okay, shall I pick you up from your room? About midday maybe?"

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