Deja nodded, not mentioning that she'd rather eat dirt then swap kind words with such a rude woman, and made her way to the cafeteria for lunch. Within she could hear a voice shrieking something about ex-wives, but she chose not to get involved and collected her food before taking a seat not too far from the voice. She listened intently, picking up the Headmistress' voice while carefully plucking at her food with chopsticks. The food was decent, at least it wasn't awful, but it couldn't compare to that cake. 

Ah... she'd be having dreams about that cake. It could bring a woman to true bliss more than the pleasures of the body. Perhaps she would request Sir Arams recipe, and have him show it to her himself.