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"Well, you know what they say. There’s never a bad time for coffee and chocolate."

"I for one, have never heard anyone say that, but it sounds like a very good motto to live by"

"All this training is a bitch, but it’s better than us getting our asses kicked on the field. Besides, no one can rely on their mutation to be of use all of the time. I’m sure it’ll get better the more we get used to it."

"Oh of course. I think it would be more helpful if they not only trained us in armed combat, but also helped us hone our skills. I for one, haven't been taught anything since arriving. I mean, I now know how to reload a sniper and how to defend yourself against an incoming threat, but nothing releated to my skill."

"Long day?"

"Filled with an arse kicking or two, yeah."

"Yeah, that was for that party. Suit yourself. They’ve got everything up there."

"Actually on second thought, lets do it."

"Peppermint would be awesome. You sure you wouldn’t mind if I got one? Here I thought everyone was taken from their will if I hadn’t met someone who volunteered yesterday. I never really volunteered to any Camp or Project, but there’s nothing really to do and resistance would be futile… Uh, sorry, I don’t think I can help there, but if you’re not picky, I can definitely get you something during the guard’s lunch break."

"Oh no, not at all, I mean that is why we are here right, to help each other out? If we cannot help one another out, what hope have we got for life after this? It seems that we both have different thoughts on the process of becoming a member. People make this place out to be a prision, or something worse, but when you actually think about it, we are helping people, we are saving lives. While this may not be a five star hotel in New York City, it is still a safe place, still a place that we can train for the safety of the human race, and still a place where we can protect each other. Some may have different thoughts of the Island, but it is doing its job is it not? I really don't think stealing or anything of the sort is a good idea really. Actually, on second thought, what have we got to lose?"

"English, huh. Shouldn’t you be into like… tea, not coffee? And crumpets or something?"

"I dunno if it’s just me and my clearly very strange taste buds, but I think the food’s been pretty decent so far. Everyone else seems to think otherwise." He knew the highly likely reason why that was, of course, having lived off of scraps and random free meals given to him by the owners of the club he used to fight at. "Nah, it’s probably just me." He muttered, shrugging a bit as his stomach growled with hunger. "You don’t know of anywhere to go right about now, do you? I mean…legally, of course. Wouldn’t want to piss off any of the higher-ups during the first week, right?" Although, with the increasing roar of his stomach, he couldn’t really help but consider all possibilities - including breaking into the kitchen.

"Some of it can be quite refreshing in the taste bud department, but other times, the food tastes like they have picked it up from the floor and called it dinner" Drake very quickly regretted complaining about the food. While he had always had a life of fine foods, he also had a life of many rules, and one of them was to not bite the hand which fed you, and it was a rule which Drake had followed throughout his entire life, until now of course. Maybe it was his rumbling stomach which allowed for his bad taste of words, or maybe it was the filter which had slipped just an inch and allowed a few words to slip out. "Actually I do, follow me" he muttered before walking quite quickly in the direction of the garden. Conversation wasn't something Drake was very good at, which had only made matters worse since he arrived on the island. Being in such close confines as the island would sooner or later become hell for Drake. "Name's Drake by the way" he told the other, before extending his arm.

"… clapped eyes? Never heard that one before."

"It's an English thing, or at least I think it is"

Chuckling lightly despite himself, Gabe responded, “I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until you started talking about food, but I doubt the cafeteria’s open now. I guess that’s pretty sad for both of us, huh?” His instinct, of course, told him that he could just bust through the wall, no damages to his body incurred, and pick out whatever he wanted, but he was done relying on finding a way around things and much more in favor of going about things the ‘right’ way.

Drake would of smiled at the sight of the man chuckling, that would be if his entire being didn't protest whenever he wanted to. If a smile was to grace his lips, he would be reminded of the pain once more, of the feeling of loss and death, which would very quickly cease his want. "Some food does sound good right now, some actual food which doesn't have someone's hair in it, or taste like cat food"

"Coffee’s in the staff’s room, but there’s almost always someone in it. Not impossible to get in and out if you know how to do it."

"Just in the staff room? Because I am pretty sure that I saw some in the kitchen a few days ago. I would advise against that, purely because of the trouble it would cause, and it wouldn't be worth it for a quick cup of coffee"

"Think they’ve got a local Starbucks?"

"I'm sure I clapped eyes on one by palm trees, or was it by the river?"

"Chocolate and coffee, together? I mean, no matter what, I’m sure you could make a special request for the chef or something."

"Together? Yeah, why not? Coffee cake with chocolate sauce, chocolate with a hint of coffee hidden somewhere in the bar. Maybe a time will come where I will do that, but I think for now, I will stick to them being two separate things"