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

[charcoalfeather]

[It was already knowledge to Rakka that Sukuyo could cook. But she still can't help but look enthralled and impressed by the small mountain of food stacked on that plate. It's only better when she takes her first bite.

Rakka's eyes light up.]

Sukuyo...! This is amazing!

[housenurse]

I'm glad you like them, Rakka-chan! They're called croquettes.

[charcoalfeather]

Ah! These are the croquettes?

[Bite bite munch munch.]

[housenurse]

Yep! Made with all-real ingredients and cooked with love! [only one of those sounds not-terrifying]

[charcoalfeather]

[Aww, love!]

How could you even make this many? It must take forever!

[housenurse]

I'm used to cooking for a family with empty stomachs, so this is about normal for me to make, just for a single meal!

[charcoalfeather]

Well, I'm your family loves the work you do!

[Rakka, you don't even know them--]