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[heatherthemason]

[ Yay field trip from cells to auditorium? Heather sits on the floor cross-legged with a bowl of what appears to be anti-food. She kinda sits with her back to the stage, poking the anti-food with her utensil. ]Breakfast looks deader than usual. Pretty sure the Health Department would classify this as unfit for any living thing to be around, much

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[twilitpath]

It's almost enough to make me thankful for the usual breakfast we get.

[Because he's certainly not eating whatever this stuff is.]

[heatherthemason]

[ Laughs a little. ]

Almost, huh? At least we can stomach the thought of consuming what we usually get. This doesn't appear to have been food at any point in its existence ever.

[ Tempted to dump it on the floor, but the guards might yell at her and make her clean it up. ]

[twilitpath]

I wonder what it's actually made from.

[heatherthemason]

Doesn't look like anything organic. Wonder if they keep any real food in the kitchen.

[twilitpath]

They must, unless the staff eats the same slop that we get.

[heatherthemason]

I would love to find out for myself.

[twilitpath]

If you can find a way to get past the guards, you could.