Lunches, thank Heaven, were a much less time consuming affair than breakfast and supper--at least, for the Headmistress of the Home; not so much the youngin's that filled it's beds. Cora and the other adults living and working among them had long ago instituted a 'free lunch' policy with the children, whereas they were responsible for making their own sandwiches and snacks from the ingredients she provided (often a refashioned vision of the previous dinner's main course). The older ones helped feed the younger ones, and everyone cleaned up after themselves before play time and more classes; it encouraged self reliance and comradeship, friendships and bonds. It also gave Cora a bit of a break.
Unless, of course, she had visitors around that time. Such occasions could be a blessing, others were a detrimental damper on her day, depending on who it was standing on her stoop. The shockingly colorful hair, bright eyes and gap-toothed grin of the wolf she'd passingly known for ages were neither. Cora looked at him like a raggedy stray she'd made the mistake of feeding once, decades ago.
"Hello, Harvey," she said with a somewhat dry tone and smile. He didn't need to announce his intentions--she already knew what he was after. "Come on in." Cora leaned back against the open door, making room for him to slink by. Her dark green eyes fixed on his face with a mild letter of reminder to behave.