Lunch: 1/26/06

[fandom-sub.livejournal.com]

Happy humming can be heard from the cafeteria kitchen today. A rather surprisingly legible menu is placed out for the students to peruse.

Liver with a side of fava beans

Shepherd's Pie

Sweetbreads

Sausage Pizza

Lady Fingers

Jell-o (in Cherry, Strawberry, and Raspberry)

Tiramisu

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter seriously considers sending the substitute chef a love letter and takes a prodigious amount of shepherd's pie and double portions of tiramisu.

On second thought, he goes back for another portion of tiramisu and wraps it up to go.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

[ooc but ic: *Eyeing the face of the substitute chef and then the menu board, feels an irrational urge to go make sure John Shepherd is still enrolled at the school.*]

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair takes a large portion of liver and fava beans and finds a seat.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's a little worried at the chef. She's just going to stick to the desserts, which she's pretty sure are relatively safe.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Please, please don't tell me that's Hannibal Lector serving us lunch...

On second thought, do. I want to be warned.]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((just don't eat the lady fingers!))

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

[ooc: It's really really sad that I get paranoid when we have a "normal" chef, isn't it?]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica decides that since it's a chef from the mainland, the caf should be safe to try. She grabs a sausage pizza and some cherry jello and goes to sit by Jaye.

"So, phone sex line?" she asks.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

For the first time since coming here, Angel actually thinks the food in the cafeteria smells good enough to wet even his apetite.

He sticks to asking for pig's blood though. He's drained his supply in the room and he's not feeling strong enough to head back out to NPC Butcher right now.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

It's readable. It smells good. Han takes the sheperd's pie and tiramisu.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's head nearly ends up in her Jello on its way to bang against the table. "There is no phone sex line," she says, and brings her head back up. "And I will get him back for this. Did you know the ninja doesn't have voice mail?"

[section9-togusa.livejournal.com]

Togusa stares at the food, then at the chef and decides that it's best to stick with the Jell-o.

[ooc: I adore it! Someone should send him a census taker.]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Aren't ninjas usually pretty quiet? And do you really think it's a good idea to piss off a ninja?"

[fates_jaye]

"I have a plan for that," she says quickly. "It involves technicalities and baked goods, but there is a plan. And possibly body armor because I think I have to go to the brothel and she's gonna cut me."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((it is Hannibal though! So not so much with the normal!))

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica chuckled. "So what exactly did you do to tick off the new principal?"

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor sat down next to Walter, his own tray laden with pizza, tiramisu, and a soda from the machine.

"Look! Tiramisu!" he announced as he sat down.

[fates_jaye]

"Um. So the radio reported the other day about the principal, the ninja and wallsex? I made them flags," she says, half-wincing and half-smiling. "I'm just trying to support their pure and beautiful love!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Mmm," Walter mumbled and nodded, mouth full of shepherd's pie.

He chewed and swallowed before continuing. "I got a little extra if you want a snack later after I get back from Alfred's."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Flags, huh? Sorry I missed that," she says with a grin. "Okay, so what about the you and Archie thing? Was the principal right about that?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica waves to Angel when he comes in.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel waved back. He came over to her table. "How's it going?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam looked at the menu but decided not to enter the cafeteria out of protest for the lack of blue Jell-o.

Seriously.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

She shrugged. "I've been better. How about you?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel sat down with a wince. He pressed a hand to his hurt ribs. "Nothing a few centuries of sleep and a thousand or so gallons of pig's blood won't cure."