Thread: Breakfast & Problem Solving Who: Fisher and Mr. Hartley Where: Dining Hall When: Monday, November 5: morning What: Breakfast may not be the weirdest meal of the day, but some girls certainly make the effort.
Today, Fisher decided, was going to be good.
She had managed a respectable five hours of sleep (if you counted the forty or so minutes of ceiling staring prelude) and had no woken up in a sweating panic. Most of the homework in her bag was complete and there'd been clean socks. Best of all, she had a new project awaiting attention in the workshop.
Unfortunately, the project required abstaining from handling metals for 12 hours in advance and Fisher was currently low on gloves. Turning door knobs and faucets with her sleeve got her through morning ablutions and to the dining hall. At that point, however, she was left with the choice of either wearing welding gloves to breakfast, carving out a spoon, or...
Five minutes later Fisher was eating a dry bowl of non-looped Fruit Loops with chopsticks and feeling reasonably pleased with the world.