Who: Galuf and Open! What: Having dinner in the cafeteria When: Evening Where: BG Cafeteria Warnings: TBD. Maybe language, Galuf's an ornery old coot.
Galuf's knee was telling him they'd see snow soon. He'd managed to go fifty-eight years without many of the telltale signs of feeling his age, but the bombing had changed everything. He was getting old, he couldn't deny it any longer. He kept in good condition, but any time the weather was about to change, his damned right knee woul start to ache and twinge. Walking around the town festival three days in a row had perhaps not helped it either, but he refused to have Krile missing out on anything because she was stuck with her grandfather.
It had been a good time at any rate, and Galuf was glad he had gone. He sat alone at a table in the cafeteria now, eating soup with one hand and looking through student essays in the other. It was painfully obvious just how many of his students had put off their weekend homework in favor of over-indulging on a three-day weekend. The papers did bring him the occasional laugh, at least. Then again, Galuf was the sort of man who tried to find the humor in everything. Life was so much easier a burden to bear when you were laughing.