'I don't mind fighting, but I don't like getting disturbed when eating...' He sighed inwardly, remembering his preference for uninterrupted meals. Lyrian's stomach grumbled in anticipation as he moved forward in the line. He quickly grabbed a tray and surveyed the spread before him.
The mashed potatoes stood out, their creamy mounds practically melting into the tray. He ladled a generous spoonful of thick gravy, the rich aroma wafting up to greet him.
Beside it, golden-fried chicken glistened, promising a satisfying crunch. He couldn't resist adding several pieces to his plate, the skin crackling slightly as he picked it up.
Fresh, vibrant greens greeted him at the salad bar. He assembled a colorful mixture, the crunch of lettuce and burst of cherry tomatoes promising a refreshing contrast.
