Day 64: Cafeteria (brunch)

[gald_digger]

Well, that went well! Anise had gained herself a gorgeously handsome new friend. She just hoped that weird illness didn't get either of them killed before she could get to know him any better.

... Yeah, that was morbid. It was hard not to think about, though.

Before going to the Cafeteria, Anise made a stop at her room to grab her journal, maps, and a pen. Once she finished eating, she could get a start on copying the maps for Barnaby. He was going to be so glad he met her!

With that done, Anise made her way to the Cafeteria, where she picked up an assortment of food, making sure to get some meat, vegetables, and milk on her tray. She then sat down at a table and set her notes aside while she started on her meal. It was hard not to feel self-conscious about the rash on her arm, though the makeup she used had blended the discolored part enough that it couldn't be seen from a distance. Anise just hoped no one would come specifically looking for it.

[Ilia!]

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While he listened to Rita talk, he stuffed a few sweet bites of pancakes into his mouth, savoring the explosion of flavors before he instinctively swallowed it. The more he ate, the hungrier he became, so Woody was content to focus on that for a second.

When Rita turned the question back on him, though, he couldn't help but get a little annoyed. There was nothing wrong with that clothes rod! It had gotten him through some tough times, after all. Instead of owning up to it, though, he casually waved his fork at the girl.

"I'm gettin' there," he told her. "It's not exactly easy finding something in a place like this."

[overlimit]

He sounded a little defensive. Rita managed a small grin.

“Do you even know how to fight?” she asked, finally turning Woody’s question back around on him. “You don’t exactly look like the rugged warrior type.” And Rita would know, being acquainted with plenty of those. There wasn’t much reason for her question other than to kill time and feed her own sense of superiority - which wasn’t such a bad reason, in her view.

In the meantime, the mage slid her now-empty tray away from herself, and pulled the pad of paper close. She wanted to write a note for the bulletin, and with only her left hand to move, it was going to take some time to write.