"Lunch time," Simms said simply, descending the stairs in time for the conveyor belt to be rolling out today's meals. Sandwiches, like they had been the first two days, which Simms had also counted on, otherwise Tobias would be making lunch for everyone. He supposed it was a lucky break for the kid that nothing had changed.
He found the plates with medication first, removing the ones that he had been for the past few days and dropping them into the sink. He turned to look at Tobias as he walked back to the fridge, silently enjoying the way that Tobias wouldn't look at him. The guy looked broken. It was fun. "Bring some of those lunches over to the counter. Let's... Let's get five. Five lunches."
He pulled open the fridge to retrieve his pan of toxic lunch meats, but frowned as soon as he looked down at it. Apparently Drano had enough lye in it to reduce everything to a gel, or at least a foam. All of the fat from the meat had bubbled to the top of the liquid. It was impossible to call it lunch meat now, let alone serve it.
He grumbled to himself, then dropped it into the sink as well. He needed a new plan.