"There is no such thing as good luck, only well strategized manipulation of probabilistic principles."

Hachiman postulated, all the while gazing into an arbitrary space of nothingness. Yukino nodded with a slight hint of acknowledgement. Despite its seeming absurdity, such a statement does not stray too far from reality.

In the corner, Yui was preoccupied with penning a thesis on the profound impacts of the hypothetical decomposition of the fabric of space-time continuum. She visualized in her mind, on a microscopic level, the subatomic altering of fibre molecules on a piece of fine cloth, in order to gain a perspective of what lies ahead of her rumination. She soon grew weary of it, after all, she is but a mortal. Thankfully, she could soon put her mind off this daunting conundrum that has enlarged her cerebral vessels ever since the commencement of that particular diurnal phase— luncheon awaits her in five minutes.

"Today we will have paella and jus de pomme." Yukino announced to the ravenous Hachiman and Yui, who could not wait to savor the refined palate of Hispano-French cuisine.

"Itadakimasu! (Translated to 'A frank gratitude I shall hereby physically express for this generous banquet')" Yui clapped her hands together and shouted before diving into the meal. She satisfied to the fullest her alimentary desires, wolfing down her food with tremendous voracity.

Alas, all good things ultimately have to meet their untimely demise. After the luncheon, Yui was once again back to work. Not once did she not reminisce about the scrumptious luncheon which, although was taken approximately 5 minutes ago, seemed like so distant a past to Yui. Such is the life of your average intellectual— more often than not they do find themselves having to pay a hefty price in pursuit of enlightenment.