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

[forcegalactic]

[That's...good? He'll put off the next bite.]

You don't...usually know what's in 'em? Ain't that unhealthy?

[housenurse]

Well, I always know what's in them, but, well, everyone else... Ignorance is bliss, is what they say, right?

[forcegalactic]

And what's usually in 'em?

[housenurse]

Anything I can find. Or catch.

[forcegalactic]

.....................

[Looks at his croquette. There' no rats his here, he's sure, but thinking about it makes him feel gross.]

I'm...glad you got a proper kitchen now.