Delaney had seen this guy at the dinner a couple of nights ago. Blond, punky-looking, young. He was cute if you liked that type, she thought. "Great," she said to his statement. "This is completely ridiculous." She heaved out a sigh and started looking around. Nothing remotely interesting. No marshmallows, no sugared cereal, not even any baking chocolate, and that stuff was bitter as hell; nobody in their right mind would actually eat it. "Maybe somebody could give me a pill to take instead of food, for nutritional purposes? Because I'd just about rather not eat as to eat this stuff."
So yes, she was cranky. Delaney had been dealt too many crushing blows just lately. Why else would she feel like she was about to cry because she couldn't get her hands on any sweets or caffeinated soda? She crossed her arms and leaned against one of the shelves, trying not to pout too noticeably.