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[Initially, he had not been very hungry, but now he's in the mess hall with, like, scraps of what would be a meal. Bird food. Food to pretend you're eating a full meal with.

No one else is really here (somehow in PC land), but Viktor still... makes the decision to sit off to himself, alone, with the tray.]

[perfectdistance]

[ Nero just takes the seat across from him without too much thought. ]

Not hungry or not a fan of the taste?

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[Oh hello. He fidgets slightly, but does not seem put-out by the company. Maybe just--embarrassed? Like the ostracized kid at school suddenly having attention.]

It's... passable. I'm just not as hungry as I thought, I guess.

[perfectdistance]

[ He kind of reminds him of the younger Eastern wizards. ]

Nothing wrong with that. If you get hungry later let me know, I can make something for you.

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[Sickly Victorian.]

Ah... You cook?

[WHY DOES HE ACT SURPRISED. A man can create refined hex crystals to power a giant teleporter, but cannot make much more than eggs to save his life.]

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[ They aren't sickly, but one of them has Victorian sensibilities. ]

Yeah, I'm a chef.

[ Is it that surprising???? ]

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Ah. At least none of us will starve then.

[Well, unless the food is gone.]

Do you have a specialty?

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They wouldn't starve us, they'd just make us eat subpar food.

[ There are spices in there, he's seen them! ]

I guess you could say homey meals? Stuff that tastes good and is filling.

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You would be surprised what those with power will do to the people who have none.

[You're literally just chatting about food, Viktor, lighten up.]

That doesn't sound too bad.

[perfectdistance]

I doubt I'd be surprised. [ Doesn't elaborate. ] Still, if they want us to work it's counterintuitive to starve us.

Have a favorite food?

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[HELLO?]

You would think so.

[Culling them... NOT THAT HE IS THINKING THIS.]

I'm not sure... Something not too rich or greasy, I guess. I'm used to food from the Academy.

[perfectdistance]

[ Don't worry about it.

The murders will begin eventually, the culling will begin. ]

The Academy? Do you like meat?

[satisficing]

Yes. It's where I worked and studied until I became someone's research partner.

[He becomes thoughtful for a long moment or two.]

Um... A little meat is fine.

[perfectdistance]

Partners, huh?

[ What a complicated word. ]

Alright. I can make you a breakfast sandwich, no problem.