Sam listened to the vice president give her speech and he felt his stomach growl. He was hungry and was hoping for some kind of dinner soon.

"So when do we eat?" he asked the vice president curious to hear an answer. Right now his mind was on one thing and that was to eat something. When would they get to the feasting or hell even a dinner. He was glad to be at school, but he wouldn't be able to focus unless he dealt with his hunger. If he didn't have any real food then he would have to eat inorganic stuff.

"I think dinner is in order right?" he continued to ask and hoped that the vice president would answer him telling him that it was time to eat