“giving up autonomy to chaos and embracing entropy is the true survival instinct.”
"Varris! No!" Effy yelped, diving across the table to stop him from eating the infamous 'mystery mash'. It was the special of the day from the cafeteria, and something told her it was evil. It was an instinctive feeling, like the one she got around certain monsters they made them fight in the arena.
While Effy managed to knock Varris's tray off the table before he could grab a spoonful, she also managed to knock every other tray off the table, and wear about a third of the lunchtime menu on her robes at the same time. Her chain, Gen, looked absolutely mortified, while the rest of Effy's group seemed amused in a way. She smiled weakly, before sitting upright on the table and turning in a pile of mashed potato to Varris.
"Don't eat that stuff, please! I get... really bad... um, "vibes" from it. Like how you described Flint. I'm being serious!" She said, sticky hands moving to frame his face.