Lunch, Friday

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The Chef wasn't speaking this morning. Instead he held up signs (which were written in English for some reason.)

Sorry about not talking this morning students. I stumbled upon a whole bag of saltwater taffy last night and ate the whole thing. So now my mouth is pretty much glued together. But I have no regrets. SALTWATER TAFFY FOR LIFE!

Today's Menu:

-Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches

-Tuna Fish Sandwiches

-Assorted Raw Vegetables

-Fruit Salad

Comments

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John decides to go to lunch today. The tuna fish sandwiches look good and he doesn't seem to mind the unusual quiet in the lunch room.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn's developed a habit of passing by the cafeteria just to shake her head at the English language when she sees the menu. But she can actually read it today, and she sees John, so she heads over. "Hi," she says.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hey," he says and smiles at her. "Want half my sandwich?"

[can_be_more]

She sits down across from him and asks, "Is it scary?" Spelled correctly or not, it's still the cafeteria.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"No, it's pretty good," he says and hands her the uneaten half. "Tuna fish is always good."

[can_be_more]

She takes the half, still looking at it warily. "You're sure I won't start speaking in tongues or grow an extra appendage?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I promise," he says. "Cross my heart, smack me dead, stick a lobster on my head."

[can_be_more]

She frowns, staring for a moment. Then she tries the andwich.

As soon as she swallows, she says, "I don't feel any differently."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Because it's not poisoned," John laughs and eats his sandwich too. "I love you too much to try anything funky with food."

[can_be_more]

"Oh, I trust you with this," she says, deciding things like dropping pizza didn't count as 'anything funky.' "But it's the cafeteria." That last part might be whispered, like someone might overhear.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You're scared of the cafeteria?"

[can_be_more]

"I don't think I've actually eaten here since the beginning of school. I think someone ate something with tentacles, so I've been cautious," she explains, but she still doesn't feel any extra arms.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Ah." He nods and continues eating. "You'd look hot with tentacles. Just saying. If that happened and all."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Food. Oh, God, food. Sakurazaki helps herself to plenty of everything except for the PB&J, and sets quickly to the task of making her complaining stomach as quiet as everything else seemed to be.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip raised an eyebrow as he passed by Sakurazaki. "Hungry?"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Starving," she grumbled quite miserably in response, and then chewed at the end of a carrot.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Ya know, eating regularly helps defeat that problem," Pip responded.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki gives him a wry grin. "Yeah, so I've heard...Funny how that works, huh?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded, taking a seat with the assumption that it would be alright.

"Something happen to cause this amazing increase in hunger?"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Oh, just about five hours of very intensive flight," Sakurazaki explains with a sigh, not even really bothering to take into mind that she should be realizing that not nearly as many people knew about the wings as she thought did. "A fifteen minute swoop around camp would leave me hungry for day; I'm a little worried to see how long this one's going to last..."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"I didn't know you could fly," Pip responded. "What prompted the intense soaring session?"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki frowns at Pip. "Please don't tell me you don't actually know about the wings, either..."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Okay then I do actually know about the wings. Only, I'm afraid to tell you that that was a lie."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

As she draws in a deep breath, Sakurazaki drops (not quite a pound, but close) a fist down on the table; her tray jumps and clatters slightly. "Damn it, half of this island must be either blind or just particularly unaware some time," she mutters to herself, and then raises her voice to an arguementative level of conversation. "And here I am, parading around like it's common knowledge when it could still be a secret. Damn it."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip tilted his head to the side slightly. "This a sensitive subject?"