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The allure of the cafeteria breakfast is a powerful one when its only price is arriving between the hours of six and nine. You can hardly refuse, especially after the night you just had.
Before you head down, you wash up and change your clothes. The hot water of a shower feels nice upon your skin, like the warm and gentle summer rains that fall in the Eversummer back home in Isrik. Lavender soaps scrub away the grim and smoke of the meathouse, and leave you feeling thoroughly cleansed and refreshed. You exchange your white cloak for black, and your high-collared black dress for a white one that shows off your clavicle. A blue sash wraps around your waist, and you pin the cloak closed with a silver brooch of the Ivanovan Snowflake.
Pittering down the stairs, you mercifully avoid any run-ins with that bitch or her companions. They prefer to eat out at some Plamyan eatery than join the other students for breakfast. That bitch is not Plamyan herself, but from a place still further south where the language adds pops and clicks of the tongue to the syllables used in the Middle Kingdom.
Apparently the cuisine of Port Kaplan - the finest in all the Middle Kingdom - doesn't use enough spices or butter for her liking.
You know the Reaper Pepper comes from far to the south. You have to wonder if she might have accidentally burnt out her tastebuds on it...
Down in the dining hall, breakfast foods have been spread out across a central table, with your fellow students coming and going to grab themselves a bite to eat. Cornettos sit alongside boiled eggs and cheeses, while sweet and soft maritozzi lay amongst a host of hard biscotti. Platters of rustico stuffed with spinach, ricotta, and eggs sit next to slices of frittata and a pot of rich tomato sauce to dress them.
Of course scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and jam are all available as well, alongside bowels of freshly cut melons and cantaloupe. Condiments range from savory garum all the way to some sweet obscenity the Duraks make from tomatoes and an overabundance of sugar. Drinks range from pressed juices to tea, and most importantly the bitter black gold that helps you survive the morning: coffee.
<span class="mu-s">What do you get to eat?</span>
>Get something light
>Get something heavy
>Get something from home
>Something else?
You recognize a few tables full of people here who you could join without causing much of a scene. Most people don't really care that you've got very little going for you, they just sort of pity you and wish you luck. Only that bitch really rejects you out of hand, and finds the need to torment you.
<span class="mu-s">Who do you join?</span>
>The well kept clique of future nobleman's wives.
>The frazzled group of social outcasts.
>The tomboys who went here instead of the Collegia Espada
>The boldly dressed women who know men a bit too well
>The unkempt crowd with their noses in their books
>Someone else?
