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You decide that, after all the hustle and havoc of the morning, and what is assuredly going to be a even worse class time... that you need sweets. Sugar is a CRITICAL part of any diet your dad taught you that!
Unfortunately as you head out of the dorms and into the common area where the mess hall is... the big scary ogre man doesn't GIVE you sweets, or even a egg sandwhich.
You get a pile of oatmeal, not even boiled in milk its just water and and starch! And a cup of black coffee, the epitome of everything you stand against religiously. You are a hot cocoa girl and nothing else! Except for milk, and soda. But you do not compromise on hot drinks with this caffinated bitterbomb.
You... say nothing and slink off, maybe later but your not super great at confrontations, especially when your neck is in arms length from living construction equipment.
You seek out a table to sit alone in... and there isn't any... but there is one table where only one person is sitting... and its Tom! Great!
You slide your tray next to Tom who... glances up at you? (You can't tell, goggles) "So... Carrie didn't kill you Shouty."
"She did not Tom." You poke the oatmeal, it blurps at you threateningly. You think it might be a grimer.
>Eat in blissful awkward silence
>So... listen Tom, I do owe you, so... how can i pay you back, for a lot of things.
>Why ARE you nice to me? I am definitely not nice back.
>Why DOES the food suck so bad here anyway? They have pamphlets about how this is supposed to be a nice enviroment?
