"Snack" Time

[Friday Morning]

Friday stuck her hands in the sleeves of her oversized hooded sweatshirt (previous owner: teenage girl that liked to lounge around a lot), and stared down the fridge. She was fairly certain that the fridge door itself was safe, or as safe as anything could really be. The staff used it regularly enough to kind of smear themselves all over it. The problem was whether she could gather food from the kitchen without ending up with... something.

"Please let the chef not have been in there," Friday muttered. She crossed her fingers with one hand and leaned forward to open the door with the other. She could almost feel the various muscle memories seeping into her hand, reminding her of all the people. Her hand already started twitching with the urge to stick trays in ovens or to stir a pot of beans. So not too bad; the divergent memories and purposes meant that she didn't have to deal with a strong overarching personality...

Now she peered into the fridge, looking and hoping that there were meals set to the side. Some of the students had portion wrapped meals, others, like her, just had a few tubs that said "EAT THIS" in market. The problem was that certain staffers used certain tubs. "Okay, spaghetti, that should be... easy,' said Friday. She swallowed, and reached for the pot of spaghetti and noodles, pulling it out.

A few minutes later and Friday was pulling vegetables out and reaching for knives, not quite sure how she even got to this point or why her knife-work was so expert. She glanced over, hoping that she didn't have a pot going and...

... no such luck.

"Yay," she said under her breath while she looked down at her hands. "Food for five and another lecture, ahoy."

[Pandora Lyne]

With the sound of a grumbling stomach and that uneasy feeling when hunger kicked in she finally decided it would be time to find something to go eat, she was beyond hungry at this point and had skipped a few meals something she probably should not be doing seeing she was to small as it was, She thought for a moment about the idea the school might step in and think she is anorexic or something.. She shook her head at the thought and looked one last time around the greenhouse before making her way to its door.

She waved goodbye to the flowers and different vines and such that grew inside as though they where people. She made her way inside the school it took a little time but not to long, and then found herself wandering towards the kitchen it seemed the best place to go after all. Why not right it was where food was and well hunger made that the exact location she wanted to be going towards.

She was dressed in jeans and a tie-dyed hooded shirt that was a bit big but fit well enough, it was hard clothes shopping when she might as well still be in kid sized, kind of embarrassing in truth. Her hair was lose letting it just sit natural and most likely a bit of a mess at this point since she had not done anything with it all day.

As she found the place she wanted to be her first goal was getting her hands washed so she made a pit stop to the girls room which was right next to the kitchen area. And cleaned up a bit. Then made her way into the actual kitchen but stopped when she spotted the other girl inside. Well this was not expected really but at least she was not the only one with this idea.

"Oh hi.. Do you mind if I join you?"

She asked in a polite tone and mainly to get the other girls attention after all she did not want to be rude and just go grab food and walk out with out a word that would be kind of wrong in her opinion also she did not want to startle her especially while holding a knife.

[Friday Morning]

The voice distracted Friday, nearly making her jump. She had been spacing off for quite a while there, staring at vegetables and spaghetti and contemplating what life decisions had led her to that moment. Now there appeared to be a girl standing nearby, looking to Friday and apparently being quite nice about the whole Friday is a spaz thing.

"What? Oh, no, you can totally join in," Friday insisted, waving. "I mean, I'm not sure what I'm doing here," Friday looked down at what appeared to be a potato that she'd cut into the shape of a smilie face. "That looks pretty cute," she tilted her head, poking the potato a few times, glad that at least she didn't have to worry about food memories. "But, uh, yeah, I was just trying to get food and..."

Friday gestured around her. The truth was that she generally avoided larger crowds of people. Mostly because of her ability. But she was getting better. Okay, she was fairly social. So she had that going for her, right? Right.

[Pandora Lyne]

Well she seemed to be busy having herself a good time prepping food, but when she actually responded she looked a little on the confused side of even what was going on, or as though she had not even noticed what she had been doing, but over all her person was kind of cute and it made Pandora smile a little. When the girl spoke she smiled even more she was glad she was not bothering her after all she hated when she did that. But she did not want to intrude since she seemed busy right now, so she made her way to the cupboards and took out a cup of soup and tossed it into the microwave and stood by idle and silent as it was cooking.

She left the other girl alone to what ever it was she was doing, trying her best not to be in the way. She just preferred not being social and to keep distance from others. She was polite and all and would talk if she was put into the situation but for the most part avoided it when she could. After all she had not clue what to talk about half the time as it was.

She leaned against the wall near the microwave and hummed softly to herself, she enjoyed singing and cheerful song so the soft tune was a rather happy sounding one. While doing so her foot softly tapped along to it and her fingered tapped as well, it was a odd habit of hers to do this maybe nerves or it was just something she did so often it just naturally happened.

[Friday Morning]

The other girl didn't immediately respond to Friday or move forward to get any food or anything. Friday licked her lips, trying to figure out if she should offer any explanation or try and fix this problem somehow. Friday heard a little humming and looked over, chewing her lip for a few seconds while she tried to figure out how to handle the situation.

"So, uh, did you want... I have no idea what this is,' Friday looked over what she'd prepared, taking a breath and letting it out slowly. "So, like, here's the thing," Friday reached up to brush aside some hair (clearly someone didn't care about hygiene in the kitchen). "This," she gestured at the mess, "is all, like, my power. I just came in and figured I'd get a snack and the spaghetti looked safe and I touched it and," she wiggled her hands a little before just sort of spreading them throughout the food.

"Do you have any idea what to do with all this?" she asked. "Because, like, I don't... know? I could maybe cook a poptart. Well, if my power kicks in, obviously I can do more," Friday took another deep breath, letting it out slowly, cheeks puffing as she did. Yeah, this definitely was... something else.