May 02, 2011 09:34
On an average day, lunch time could easily be Ed's favorite part of the day. It didn't mean that he didn't enjoy his school work, he just liked to study on his own terms. Focus on the things he wanted to learn, and decide for himself when to pay attention to which subject. Which didn't always keep him in his teacher's favor, but he wasn't generally worried about that.
Right now he was worried about food, and what was available to eat. Not that Ed was picky about what he ate by any means, gladly taking the bowl of stew as the line progressed - only to be interrupted by another student reaching in front of him to claim the last roll in the basket before he even had a chance to respond. Just as quick as the kid showed up they was gone again, leaving Ed to dodge around the people in front of him to pursue the brat.
Which would have gone a lot smoother if he hadn't been paying so much attention to where the kid went that he completely missed the boy he cut off in the process- who, in turn, walked right into him. Years of training with his foster mother helped him maintain his balance, lifting his tray to avoid losing the contents all over both of them, but the younger boy was not so lucky, spilling his lunch all over both of them.