A/N: Well, what can I say about this one? It's the third idea, but the second story I'm typing up. Why? I wanted to type this one up before the other one-and I guess, follow the story in chronological order (mid-morning for Practicality, around afternoon for this one, and evening for the next one).
Two: Consumption
September's Nobara
"What's this?" I ask, pointing to the bowl.
"Lunch," the colonel says by way of explanation.
"I know that," I reply. "What I mean is, what's inside?"
"Food," the older man states, then finally decides to elaborate. "Specifically, white rice, noodles, and general toppings-don't worry, you don't have to be at that rank to eat it." He smiles.
"Ha, ha," I respond dryly, opening up the bowl, and digging in without looking.
"Wow," I hear the colonel remark, prodding my curiosity enough to make me pause the chopsticks.
"What? I'm hungry."
"I'm just surprised you'd be hungry enough to resort to eating your own kind." He comments, leaving the room just as I check the label on the plastic lid of the bowl: Shrimp, extra small.