Every day Myrrh bought his lunch from a farm to table cafe on the outskirts of town. The cafe was 100% vegan and every ingredient was locally sourced. Every morning Myrrh would stop for coffee and buy his lunch for the school day. Except on days when he was running late. Like today.
The harpy eyed the lunch line with disgust. It was a chore to hunt down the line for vegan food and even then he had to double check with staff that it was vegan and not vegetarian. The food came on sad plastic trays that have seen thousands of meals. Gross. Myrrh frowned at his mass produced grilled tofu and steamed vegetables. How could anyone do this to food?
He took his tray to an empty seat, and gently worked his feet and legs through the gap between table and bench seat, ever mindful of his sharp talons and the damage they could do. Then he stared down his food, hungry but unsure if he could eat. . . this. Myrrh stalled eating by checking his texts. . . his instagram. . . played a couple levels of an old mobile game. Eventually it came back to him and the disgusting food before him. "Ugh," He vocalized as he speared a piece of tofu with his fork.
The harpy eyed the lunch line with disgust. It was a chore to hunt down the line for vegan food and even then he had to double check with staff that it was vegan and not vegetarian. The food came on sad plastic trays that have seen thousands of meals. Gross. Myrrh frowned at his mass produced grilled tofu and steamed vegetables. How could anyone do this to food?
He took his tray to an empty seat, and gently worked his feet and legs through the gap between table and bench seat, ever mindful of his sharp talons and the damage they could do. Then he stared down his food, hungry but unsure if he could eat. . . this. Myrrh stalled eating by checking his texts. . . his instagram. . . played a couple levels of an old mobile game. Eventually it came back to him and the disgusting food before him. "Ugh," He vocalized as he speared a piece of tofu with his fork.
