Day 50, Mess Hall, late afternoon, Attn. Rodney, Dixon, anyone else [f]
Elizabeth sat back from her desk, stretching and and drawing a deep breath. Eating her lunch here, in her office meant that she'd gotten a lot done, but she was feeling in want of company now, as well as wanting a break.
Why not see what kind of late afternoon snack might be available in the mess, and who might be there?
Why not see what kind of late afternoon snack might be available in the mess, and who might be there?