The team trudged back to their sad little corner table near the dish-out area, their shoulders slouched in defeat.
The lack of banana muffins, their usual spot stolen by the French, and now the overwhelming presence of their idols—all these things compounded into one miserable morning.
Kai plopped into his chair, setting down his plate of half-warm eggs and overly toasted bread. The others followed suit, silently poking at their food like it had personally offended them.
"Why does this taste like cardboard?" Jimmy muttered, shoving his fork into the eggs.
"Because it is cardboard," Max replied dramatically, staring down at his food with dismay. "It's the taste of despair. No muffins, no dignity, no respect."
Kai didn't say much.
