"Hey, Dylan," Liam greeted.
"What's up, my man? Haven't laid eyes on you in a minute," Dylan said, eyeing Liam's tray as if evaluating it.
"Yeah, I guess. Are you really planning to eat all that?" Liam asked, glancing at Dylan's towering mountain of food.
"Of course. A knight needs to stay fueled at all times," Dylan declared proudly. "Besides, three days without even a taste of fish during that hellish exam? That really taught me a life lesson."
Liam raised an eyebrow. "And what lesson is that?"
Dylan blinked. "Eh… don't remember." He shrugged. "Anyway, let's head to the others. They're at the usual spot. Follow me to the promised land, lost soul."
With that, Dylan maneuvered his way through the sea of students, balancing his overloaded tray with the grace only he could have.
Liam let out a quiet sigh before following behind.
As they weaved through the crowded cafeteria, they eventually reached their table.
