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Cafeteria: Monday Lunchtime
Dandelion was a girl on a mission. What little information she had retained from the weekend was now devoted to her protecting the cafeteria from the Viking horde which would inevitably attempt to redcorate it.
Heartless Vikings.
Which is why anyone showing up for lunch today would find her guarding the entrace to the cafeteria wielding a large metal soup ladle and a colander on her head.
And no one.. NO ONE was going to make her stray from her sworn duty.
[QUESTION: How long has it been since there was a cafeteria post? ANSWER: Too long! Open post is open.]
Heartless Vikings.
Which is why anyone showing up for lunch today would find her guarding the entrace to the cafeteria wielding a large metal soup ladle and a colander on her head.
And no one.. NO ONE was going to make her stray from her sworn duty.
[QUESTION: How long has it been since there was a cafeteria post? ANSWER: Too long! Open post is open.]

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"Eh...hi?" It was better to be polite, right?
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Dandelion didn't even need to ask, really. Of course, Del wasn't entirely sure what she had just agreed to do.
"Um...what?"
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"Maybe, um, meatloaf? Until a viking comes? Haven't seen those around so maybemaybemaybe they are having lunch as well?" It was a plausible idea.
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Dandelion turned to look into the cafeteria. Thus far there were no horned helmets, bearded folk or someone wielding a giant hammer and making it thunder and rain while riding in a cart pulled by goats.
However if there was one thing Dandelion knew is that Vikings were CUNNING.
"Good," she said keeping one eye on the tables and another on the hallway. "You keep an eye out for Viking hordes inside and I'll look for them out here. You can tell a viking by their atrocious table manners and dumb helmets."
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"Hello?" Friendly. Polite. A grin to win over anyone.
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"Are you a viking?" she demanded to know.
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She seemed as if she'd already loaded up on sugar.
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Yeah, that was pretty much her explanation.
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Clearly this was the end of the world as far as Dandelion was concerned.
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It was only a shame he hadn't brought a shield or two.
"Curses!" he exclaimed. "You've foiled my savage Viking cunning with your figuring out that lunch time might find me in a place where they have food!" This was complete with dramatic hand gestures. "Whatever will I do now to ruthlessly inflict my Norse heritage on this unsuspecting school?"
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"Yes! I win! I am the champion and other lyrics from cool Queen songs that are relevant to this discussion!" she declared.
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He bowed his head, feigning defeat. "It's true, I've been bested and must hang my mighty Viking head in shame." Which also helped hide the fact that his grin very much wanted to make an appearance. "At least tell me your name, so you may be sung about in Viking sagas as the defender of the cafeteria?"
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"Unless I'm revered and honored. I might be agreeable to that."
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And that was a promise he'd be keeping.
"...so, any chance you'll let me in the cafeteria now?"
[Now I must away to work!]
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