Aislinn smiled at the nice lunch lady behind the counter, giving her signature waist height, single-motion hand wave as she pushed her tray forward with her other hand to be served. It seemed, for reasons unexplained, the hot food line was the shortest and moved the fastest of all the food lines in the cafeteria. Even with lining up like a proper law-abiding student, unlike other certain students, Aislinn and Juno were in and out of the line with a healthy serving of turkey in less than ten minutes. She couldn’t fathom why people would want nasty pre-cooked pizza over some nice, fresh steaming turkey, but that wasn’t her business. As Juno grabbed a couple cans of tea down the line, Aislinn attempted to stabilize the plastic tray, which was bending slightly under the load of plates, utensils, and turkey.
Not moments after Aislinn stepped towards the tables of the cafeteria did Juno spot a certain doll and her master across the cafeteria. Aislinn reached out to restrain her doll by the back of her collar, but she had already zipped away towards Ashita, tossing the two drink cans in the general direction of the sagging food tray. Diving forward with the tray, the brown-haired girl accomplished a feat of acrobatics as she caught the two cans of green tea, one on top of the other with her spare hand. She spun ninety degrees on her foot to regain her footing from the lunge, balancing the two cans precariously. Having narrowly avoided disaster, she breathed out through her mouth in relief, and scanned for a table with some familiar faces. Placing the drinks onto the overladen tray, Aislinn brightened in recognition and headed towards a half-full table, giving up on chasing her eccentric minion.
Unrestrained, Juno continued barreling down the cafeteria aisle, arms outstretched.
“Ashiiiiita~!” The pink hatted girl smacked into the other doll with an embrace that could suffocate a normal girl of her size.
Ignoring the actions of Juno, who was now halfway across the dining hall, Aislinn took the seat second from the corner at the table with Keepa and company, setting her tray down.
“Hey Keepa, Clark. Would you mind if I sit here?”
The question, naturally, was only a formality; she had already sat down of course, and she knew them well enough. Aislinn moved the drinks off the tray.
“Chowder again?”