Fitz found himself sitting alone in the cafeteria at dinner, and he wasn"t sure why.
Ritchie had said she was skipping it to study, although it seemed very early in the year to start that sort of behavior. He guessed Wyss was doing the same, if more likely pursuing some academic pursuit of his own than an assignment for some class.
Moreau"s absence was a mystery. Perhaps with Ritchie skipping the meal service, she decided to do the same.
But aside from being alone, he wasn"t even sure why he was there. He wasn"t particularly hungry, and the food on his tray wasn"t calling to him in the slightest. Meat of some sort in a brown sauce with a side of mashed potatoes as dense as concrete. He wished he hadn"t scarfed down all the kyaw fritters on the shuttle ride to catch the train. He could r
