Who: Paige and The Beast When: Dinnertime Where: Dining Hall What: Eating Rating: TBD
Paige had a bowl of tomato soup sitting on the table in front of her, and she was nibbling on the edge of a grilled cheese sandwich. The soup was from a can, but it was delicious. And the sandwich was one of the only things she knew how to make in the kitchen. Paige was a pretty good cook, for the things she knew how to make. And she could definitely follow a recipe, but more often than not she was too hungry to try new things. She'd forget to eat, then she'd have to run to the kitchen and scrounge whatever she could find...
Tonight she'd finished half of her sandwich, half of her soup, and had calmed down enough that she wasn't stuffing her face anymore. She took a moment to breathe, and lift her head to glance around the room. Others were littered around at the tables, working on their own dinners. As her eyes wandered the room, her mind wandered to the homework she had sitting, waiting for her upstairs.