Doug wasn't getting enough to eat. He'd been trying not to go through the school's food like crazy, because that was pretty rude to do and all. But the meals just weren't filling and he needed to eat. It was to the point that he was scrounging the unfinished bits off of peoples plates after meals and even picking discreetly through the trash to do it. And that was not a place he really wanted to be.
So after devouring his own portion of the day's lunch, he began working his way through the room, quietly asking if people who looked like they were done or too busy to eat were going to finish or not. He'd gotten the leftovers of three meals so fare, all piled high on his plate. It was almost enough. Probably.
Sitting down next to the green haired girl - Lorna Dane his mind supplied quickly - he slid his heaping plate onto the table and pointed to her barely touched salad, "You going to eat that?"