alphasagitta
Ah, lunchtime. Ed's favorite part of the day. When he didn't have to deal with his teachers' slow droning for a few minutes, and besides that, he could eat. The high school's dining options were limited, but hey, he'd take what he could get. Food was food, and as long as no one was going to try to make him drink any milk, he loved it all. He had no idea what today's hot lunch was—it was, as usual, difficult to identify on sight alone—but there was plenty of it, which was what mattered most. Plus, there were seats outside to accommodate the increasingly nice weather. Yeah, Edward really liked lunch. It put even him into a good mood. Which was why he was prepared to hold a conversation with the tiny pink-haired girl currently approaching his empty table.
