Last free table

Ania had decided to hole up in the cafeteria for a change. To her, the room always had the a fragrant combination of musty teenaged boys and burned food, an odor she did not often embrace so willingly. However, she was running low on funds and was growing tired of canned food. Ania's lips pursed when she saw the menu that was up. It didn't seem like there was a huge selection, but what did she care? It was a bit better than the metallic taste of ravioli once again. Picking up a tray, she opted for the safest option - a simple sandwich - and scanned the crowds for an open spot.

A normally social creature, Ania turned down the openings at tables she was familiar with, and chose an empty table. However, as she approached it, another person quickly sat there before she could claim it. Shrugging it off, Ania hoped that the stranger wouldn't mind their privacy being encroached on. Slapping her tray down as an announcement of her arrival, she plopped herself down and stared across the table at her new friend. Well, friend-that-needed-to-be-made. She was pretty enough, brown all over and normal looking. No crazy colours like so many others here, and a stark contrast to her own snow white hair and red eyes. "Hi! I'm Ania. Are you new?"

Ania felt a little put off by the prickly reply, but she made no move to get up. She decided she wanted to sit here, and damnit, she was going to sit here. Picking apart her sandwich in silence, Ania carefully separated the bread from the insides, squinting suspiciously at a slab of greyish-brown meat. Her nose wrinkled as her mind failed to pin any name to the type of meat, and she carefully separated the squishy meat and the soggy bread, suddenly unsure of whether she actually wanted to eat it or not. It certainly didn't look edible, anyway.

"I wish the food was just a bit more edible here, what even is this meat?" Holding up the dripping grey slab, Ania inspected it from its position in the air. It wiggled slightly from the draft of a passing student, and Ania dropped it back into it's congealing juice with a wet plop. "I'm hungry, what have you got?"

Pouting fiercely, Ania looked down at her own pile of food, and back up at her new friend's. That soup looked way better than what she had gotten. "But I don't wanna eat it. I'd much rather eat that. Yours looks much better." Maybe she could convince someone to go out to eat with her later. "So where do you come from, anyway?"

Picking at her soggy bread, Ania sulked and semi-accepted that her new buddy wasn't going to give her any food. Pulling apart the saturated bread from the dry pieces, Ania slowly put one such dry piece in her mouth. Her nose wrinkled in distaste, hissing sadly at the taste. The bread seemingly soaked up even the taste of the mystery meat, and was inescapable. "But ... even the bread tastes tainted, wouldn't you rather share?"