phaedra. post-festival, lunchtime: mess hall.
HIS PLATE IS as full as it can be with rationed portions as he searches for a seat to take. Not as many people eat lunch in shared spaces, it seems, as they do at dinner. Still, this only means that many people are spread out, leaving no single table completely empty. He sits at the one with the people who seem most easily intimidated into leaving him alone, and without a greeting or acknowledgement that the others are there at all, he begins shovelling his food into his mouth. Eventually, he hears a child make a noise, and he looks up. He smiles at her with a mouth full of food, then notices the book the older girl has with her --Astrophysics for People in a Hurry. Hm. He can’t resist.
“---Why in hurry, девушка*?”
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