Word Count: 172.
Rating: G Summary: The shiki get to know the joys of high school lunches.
Author's Notes: I'm not writing from personal experience unless you count two weeks of student exchange with France. Wherever this is based on my own experiences it is from the ten weeks of boarding school I had to do during my apprenticeship. Austrian secondary schools usually do not feed the students.
"Are they expecting us to starve?" Suzaku stared at her lunch tray in disgust.
"No," said Rikugou. "They're expecting us to eat that."
"They can't," Suzaku declared. "It's not edible. The potatoes are too hard and taste like flour." She hadn't tried anything else, yet.
"The overcooked vegetables make up for that," Byakko promised. "You don't even have to chew." He didn't comment on the taste, though.
"Oh, that's what the odd coloured mash is," SohRyu said glancing up from his magazine. "I was wondering." He hadn't tried to taste it to find out, though. In fact, he hadn't touched his food at all.
"I opted for the vegetarian food when I saw the mash," Hisoka told them pushing something unidentifiable around on his plate. "Can't figure out what it is, but there are meatballs in it."
"I don't see what your problem is," said Touda around a bite of half rare meat. "It's food." He'd have lied, if he'd claimed to like it, but he'd eaten worse things in his life.
