Saint Joseph School

Stasis makes room on the bench, smiling at Ekat easily enough but her expression cools to more neutral nod towards Bryan.

"The only thing private around here is the combo to your locker and even then..."

She snakes a chip from the center and uses it as a spoon for the salsa.

"C'mon Zorro, dig in. The food's technically for everybody although if I was you I'd avoid the 'science experiment'. And you're only Mr. Zorro when Mrs. Zorro is hanging around making moon eyes at you."

Diego starts gathering up a large plate of food, getting a little bit of everything, while absentmindedly rubbing at his temples. "Eh, what es, "moon eyes"? I no know that espression...y, also, where es this food come from? Es look very good to me." He quickly sits down and begins digging in.

Stasis grins, munching a few salsa-fied chips.

"Moon eyes. Holy .. uh. Like the moon? Big and round and blinding."

She attempts to demonstrate and for a second actually manages to look love-struck. The expression clears however and she grins.

"As for where the food comes from.... Kali? Where did the food come from?"

Stasis suddenly looks a little worried as she glances over at her friend.

"well... the buns came from the store on third street.. whats it called? i forget.. and um the tuna came from there too. I swiped the mayo from Madame Lasinfore's kitchen. Oh i kinda swiped the relish from there too.
the mango - pineapple salsa my mom made and sent me from home. And the rest... well, i kinda found."

Kali smiles big and takes a bite of the tuna dog shes created while talking.

"mmmph Whadja get yafterday fer lumch Stasph?"
Kali asks with a mouthful, covering her mouth politely as she chews.

Stasis blinks.

"Say what? I had lunch for lunch yesterday. You know, real food. Not buns with relish." She holds up a slim hand. "No, tuna does not count as food so let's not go there."

She looks back at Diego who seems a little lost at the fast patter.

"See? Most of it came from the store on Third Street that we can't remember the name of. Totally safe!"

The now familiar staccato rhythm of metal tromping against tile was noticable from across the lunchroom. Malcolm wandered over, his plate full of food, as he looked for an available seat. Not seeing any obvious ones, he moved over to an empty table, and sat down by himself. He tried to look inconspicuous as he began to eat quietly.

Dusan walked through the lunch room, searching for a relatively vacant table, his tray being just nearly filled a quarter way.

"Jeez." He muttered, tentatively lifting up what appeared to be a greenish slice of bread as he walked. "Either that's a new flavor, or they weren't kidding when they said this was inedible." He stuck out his tongue in disgust, settling on a lone circular table, not exactly out of the way, but certainly not within anybody's direct path. He began his work on his meal, using a plastic spork to pick through what appeared to be last week's leftovers in a desperate search for an actual morsel.