#varris.

Effy knew that voice.

A glance over her shoulder at where the words had come from only confirmed her suspicions. In retrospect, she thought Varris was speaking to his patron, the Raven lady, but she was just too happy to see him again. Breaking off from the conversation she was having with another student, the lightless began racing towards her elven friend with as much energy as she could muster, all things considered.

"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.

"There's more than one kind of onion?!" Effy exclaimed, jumping up from Varris's bed as she came to sit beside him on the floor. Leaning close, she peered at his phone screen, expecting said quiz to be on display immediately.

She looked up from the screen to her friend's face, smiling brightly, "I wanna know too! Then we can go buy our onionselves at the store and cook them for dinner!"