HOME | DD

Description
“You don’t want to go in there.”

Vanessa raises an eye brow at Xander. “Why not?” She asks, and right as she does a loud thud sounds against the door. It’s then that she registers the faint yelling and cheering inside. “What madness is going on in there, and why aren’t we concerned?”

Having only been here for a few months, Vanessa has never seen what chaos ensues when someone starts a food fight in the mess hall during mealtime. Xander doesn’t quite know how to put everything into words, however, so he wordlessly holds the door open for her to see. The long, white tables have been turned over to provide cover for what looks like two separate teams. Food is flying everywhere, and covers everybody in the room.

Just as Xander is closing the door Claire arrives, stifling a yawn as she processes what she just saw. “Is that another food fight?” Claire lets out a long sigh when Xander nods at her. “Alright, I know another way to the kitchen. Follow me.”

Vanessa shrugs and follows her lead, Xander not too far behind. Claire’s lived here her entire life; if anyone knows a way to get breakfast that doesn’t require dodging plates of food, it would be her.

“Does this happen a lot?” Vanessa asks. She’s trying to understand the significance of throwing food at other people, but just can’t see it.

“Enough that I know how to prepare oatmeal without getting noticed.” Claire answers. “Though last time someone,” she glares at Xander, “thought it would be funny to dump his bowl on my head anyway.”

“I’d never been in a food fight before!” Xander replies with a laugh. “Admit it, you had fun.”

“Yes, I did – at dinner, when I poured gravy on your hair.”

“Why would everyone throw food at each other, though?” Vanessa asks them. “Isn’t that just a waste of food?”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying for years. No one ever listens.” Claire says. She grins, tugging Vanessa by her sleeve. “No one’s in the kitchen, let’s get some food.”

Description
“You don’t want to go in there.”

Vanessa raises an eye brow at Xander. “Why not?” She asks, and right as she does a loud thud sounds against the door. It’s then that she registers the faint yelling and cheering inside. “What madness is going on in there, and why aren’t we concerned?”

Having only been here for a few months, Vanessa has never seen what chaos ensues when someone starts a food fight in the mess hall during mealtime. Xander doesn’t quite know how to put everything into words, however, so he wordlessly holds the door open for her to see. The long, white tables have been turned over to provide cover for what looks like two separate teams. Food is flying everywhere, and covers everybody in the room.

Just as Xander is closing the door Claire arrives, stifling a yawn as she processes what she just saw. “Is that another food fight?” Claire lets out a long sigh when Xander nods at her. “Alright, I know another way to the kitchen. Follow me.”

Vanessa shrugs and follows her lead, Xander not too far behind. Claire’s lived here her entire life; if anyone knows a way to get breakfast that doesn’t require dodging plates of food, it would be her.

“Does this happen a lot?” Vanessa asks. She’s trying to understand the significance of throwing food at other people, but just can’t see it.

“Enough that I know how to prepare oatmeal without getting noticed.” Claire answers. “Though last time someone,” she glares at Xander, “thought it would be funny to dump his bowl on my head anyway.”

“I’d never been in a food fight before!” Xander replies with a laugh. “Admit it, you had fun.”

“Yes, I did – at dinner, when I poured gravy on your hair.”

“Why would everyone throw food at each other, though?” Vanessa asks them. “Isn’t that just a waste of food?”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying for years. No one ever listens.” Claire says. She grins, tugging Vanessa by her sleeve. “No one’s in the kitchen, let’s get some food.”