It's the fall, and you know what that means, classes are starting back up. Expect some longer update periods, but rest assured, I have nothing else to do, so don't expect the Bawn to go away too soon.
Also, today's my birthday. Eh, just felt like throwing that out there. I should be celebrating, but I'm like one of those people that just "deals with it" and stuff.
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The Chicken Nugget Factory
Dawn cringes from the menu's selection, and looks over at her husband. He has less trouble choosing his meal, but that was because they have different tastes in food. She pouts, and he notices this.
He gives her a tap on the shoulder, motioning for her to describe her dilemma, "Oh, it's nothing. It's just, couldn't we have eaten at a restaurant that has..." she pauses, looking for the right word, "more lenient eating policies?"
He shrugs, and she further explains her problem by putting emphasis on the animal selections. Specifically the chicken-related meals, "I know it's been a while, but just the thought of eating chicken reminds me of that brutal field trip, you know, the one?"
He thinks for a minute, and then shakes his head. He actually doesn't know what she's referring to, "Oh! I'm sorry, you were already gone by the time I mentioned it." she curses her memory for a brief moment, "Anywho, it was a trip that sort of changed me, you understand right?"
B nods, the trip that turned her into the vegan she is today, "I would tell you the details, but there are too many people around and I don't like talking about it in public places..." she brings her gaze back to the menu. As the waiter comes up to them, she's already decided on what to get.
"I'll just have a salad, please."