Dinner and Politics

[forcegalactic]

[As promised, at 5pm on Wednesday, the dining hall is prepared for a group dinner. Along the side of a wall is a long set of tables filled with food prepared by Mordecai, Sukuyo, and all their volunteers. One end has drinks (and a bag of blood on a fancy plate for Dio), which transitions into meals and then onto desserts. Two rows of tables are arranged with twenty-five sets of plates and silverware, all on neighboring seats.

Enjoy yourselves, chat with your neighbors, and remember: we don't need McDonalds to have a happy meal!]

Comments

[rickdiculous]

These look like shit.

[Rick is totally inspecting these now.]

[housenurse]

They're modest, but delicious! And they're made from real meat! [she says, as if this is a special thing to be proud of.]

[rickdiculous]

You know what else is made from real meat? Li-literally half the things here. Jesus. Like - like you don't gotta go beating your meat about this. It's disgusting.

[housenurse]

It's still a novelty for me, to cook with actual food! I've had to make do with a lot less than we have here back home!

[looks on expectantly] You should try one, Rick-san! I promise you'll like them!

[rickdiculous]

...not here. I've got - I've got a political stance I need to follow.

[housenurse]

... Would you eat some later?

[rickdiculous]

Possibly. Look, I'm just - I'm really drained right now.

[housenurse]

[nods, then whispers] I'll leave some outside your room!

[rickdiculous]

...good.

[housenurse]

[and, true to her word, a covered plate of croquettes will be on the floor in front of Rick's room later!]