Lazy Lines (Ciaran)
Sept 3, 2013 19:59:32 GMT -5
Post by Amber Krasenski on Sept 3, 2013 19:59:32 GMT -5
Lunch was one of Amber's favorite periods, because it didn't involve any schoolwork. Instead it involved eating, which was undeniably a pleasurable experience. Granted, it was difficult to cook for so many people for several meals a day and still maintain quality, and so the food wasn't always interesting, but it was a cut above what he remembered school lunches tasting like before his recruitment.
He'd heard that the guy who ran the cafeteria was a trained chef and had been offered his own cooking show as partners with that Emil guy. Or had it been Rachel Ray?
Whatever the truth was, the food was undeniably an experience he looked forward to, and as he stood in line he stood on tiptoes, peering eagerly above the heads of the students before him in the hopes of spying the day's lunch options.
"I should've read the menu this morning," he sighed, turning to the person behind him. "Did you see what the choices are today? I hope it's tacos, I love tacos."
He'd heard that the guy who ran the cafeteria was a trained chef and had been offered his own cooking show as partners with that Emil guy. Or had it been Rachel Ray?
Whatever the truth was, the food was undeniably an experience he looked forward to, and as he stood in line he stood on tiptoes, peering eagerly above the heads of the students before him in the hopes of spying the day's lunch options.
"I should've read the menu this morning," he sighed, turning to the person behind him. "Did you see what the choices are today? I hope it's tacos, I love tacos."
