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fandomhigh2010-12-06 08:49 am
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Cafeteria // Monday Lunchtime
It was just another ordinary day in the Fandom High cafeteria. The lunch special was the macaroni, the juice tasted a little funny (which was really no different from the norm), the snickerdoodles were to be avoided, and...
Well, somewhere over the course of the night, they appeared to have gotten in a shipment of peaches. Crates filled with them. More peaches than they could possibly give away, without cooking them up into something. And so, one of the school cooks had come up with the brilliant idea to make a cobbler out of them all.
That was naturally a far better dessert choice than the snickerdoodles, wasn't it? And there was plenty to go around! Eat hardy, kids!
[OOC: OCD FREEEEEEEEEE!!! This is, of course, the place to go if you want to get your fill of peach cobbler before the Masquerade this evening. There should be other posts going up during the course of the day in town with peachy goodness as well, if eating lunch in the school caf isn't your thing. Open for all of your lunchy needs!]
Well, somewhere over the course of the night, they appeared to have gotten in a shipment of peaches. Crates filled with them. More peaches than they could possibly give away, without cooking them up into something. And so, one of the school cooks had come up with the brilliant idea to make a cobbler out of them all.
That was naturally a far better dessert choice than the snickerdoodles, wasn't it? And there was plenty to go around! Eat hardy, kids!
[OOC: OCD FREEEEEEEEEE!!! This is, of course, the place to go if you want to get your fill of peach cobbler before the Masquerade this evening. There should be other posts going up during the course of the day in town with peachy goodness as well, if eating lunch in the school caf isn't your thing. Open for all of your lunchy needs!]

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So she sat down to eat, and savored each bite. Of course, she wouldn't mind company with her lunch.
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She forced herself to stop in the cafeteria to grab some food at least. And she had to admit, that peach cobbler smelled delicious.
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She was pretty sure something weird -- in the bad way -- was going on outside. But, for now, all she could do was eat baked goods and hope she was wrong.
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Besides, she was hungry. And the cobbler was delicious.
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Which matched Tara well, since Tara looked kinda worried. She just had less specific reasons than Raven.
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She did eat a good portion of the macaroni, albeit in a desultory sort of way, but the peach cobbler? That was getting demolished in fine, ravenous style. A lot of it.
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The crazy part was that that seemed preferable.
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[OOC: Did you know it helps when I hit post?]
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She opened her eyes and smiled at Tara. "Kennedy is close by," she said. Then she got a flash of something else and blushed. "And she is thinking of you."
[Yeah, blame Shanie for that. ;) ]
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She ate three servings, feeling quite sure that Susan would understand.
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"I wonder if we have anybody with x-ray vision," she mused. "Or we could send people in. Maybe we should get all of the reserves groups together and make a plan."
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"I will not go in alone," she said. "Professor Skywalker would be cross with me." His approval or lack therof was always good motivation.
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. . . not that kind of relish. Just the figurative kind, but a lot of it. A whole figurative jar's worth, even.
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She covered her mouth as she felt a yawn coming on. "I did not sleep last night," she said. "I think it is starting to catch up with me."
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"This stuff is actually good." Way to go, cafeteria.
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Raven would know what she meant by that.
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She wasn't going to consider alternatives.
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Um, clearly not, considering she hadn't slept and looked like a strong breeze would do her in.
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"Tomorrow," she said, nodding to Tara and sending her a wave of reassurance that she somehow managed to pull from within herself.
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You could and you must, Daughter, her father whispered. How dare this intruder take what is yours? Find them, make them pay the price of defiance.
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Skipping lunch wouldn't do anything to help those nagging worries, so she made sure to stop by the cafeteria and fill up her tray. Including a slice of the yummy peach cobbler. Way better than she expected from the cafeteria, she had to say.
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Do not let these mortals stand in your way, Daughter. Take what you want.