And now for mealtime. Maya didn't think she had the mental fortitude left to engage anyone in casual conversation, and she didn't want to discuss other topics at all. Nor could she count on people to humor her.
No, there was one she could think of.... Perhaps she'd go sit by Mr. Creeper Extraordinaire and ask him about his life. If she could find him.
After satisfying her nurse's insistence that Maya's plate be sufficiently piled (perhaps Maya shouldn't have drawn attention to her eating habits after all), she glanced about the refectory with a frown. Perhaps Threepwood was still asleep. She was accustomed to seeing him during meals; surely others experienced the sudden affliction of sleepiness at odd times that Maya did? Perhaps, perhaps not. ...Now then. Maya would just have to sit somewhere with a line of sight to the doors and hope the seats beside her didn't look inviting enough.
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No, there was one she could think of.... Perhaps she'd go sit by Mr. Creeper Extraordinaire and ask him about his life. If she could find him.
After satisfying her nurse's insistence that Maya's plate be sufficiently piled (perhaps Maya shouldn't have drawn attention to her eating habits after all), she glanced about the refectory with a frown. Perhaps Threepwood was still asleep. She was accustomed to seeing him during meals; surely others experienced the sudden affliction of sleepiness at odd times that Maya did? Perhaps, perhaps not. ...Now then. Maya would just have to sit somewhere with a line of sight to the doors and hope the seats beside her didn't look inviting enough.