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fandomhigh2012-01-30 02:56 pm
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Cafeteria; Monday Lunchtime [ 01/30 ].
Not only did it seem entirely unnecessary, it was even so oxymoronical that even Britta, with hypocrisy imbedded into her to her very core, was skeptical.
"Are you sure there's no meat in the vegetarian meatloaf?"
The cafeteria staff was making it quite clear on their expressions that this was why they hated Mondays so much, they should be serving lasagna.
"I mean, did you make it yourself, or did you get it from somewhere else? How can you be sure?"
The lack of response was not going to prevent Britta from continuing.
"No meat? None whatsoever? Meat by-product? Anything?"
Eyes went back to the board mentioning the offerings. Someone went ahead and underlined Vegetarian.
"I can have this checked out at a lab, you know."
The staff remained unphased. Britta sighed, holding out her tray. "Fine, I'll take some. And some mashed potatoes, too. But no jello. They use horses hooves for that, you know."
With that, she got her lunch, found a table, and set to the task of leaning in very close to the square of supposed meat-free meat on her plate to search for signs of animals, though, really, she didn't know what exactly she was expecting to find. Maybe a slice of bacon or a snout or something.
[[ open cafeteria is open, of course! ]]
"Are you sure there's no meat in the vegetarian meatloaf?"
The cafeteria staff was making it quite clear on their expressions that this was why they hated Mondays so much, they should be serving lasagna.
"I mean, did you make it yourself, or did you get it from somewhere else? How can you be sure?"
The lack of response was not going to prevent Britta from continuing.
"No meat? None whatsoever? Meat by-product? Anything?"
Eyes went back to the board mentioning the offerings. Someone went ahead and underlined Vegetarian.
"I can have this checked out at a lab, you know."
The staff remained unphased. Britta sighed, holding out her tray. "Fine, I'll take some. And some mashed potatoes, too. But no jello. They use horses hooves for that, you know."
With that, she got her lunch, found a table, and set to the task of leaning in very close to the square of supposed meat-free meat on her plate to search for signs of animals, though, really, she didn't know what exactly she was expecting to find. Maybe a slice of bacon or a snout or something.
[[ open cafeteria is open, of course! ]]
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