Clara brought the mic to her lips, trying to remember what the message was, "I will eat more-" she was broken off with a glance at her wristwatch, the young scientist dropped the mic and quickly stood up, according to her handy Micky Mouse wristwatch she was about to be late to the all important orientation dinner! She raced to grab her lab coat, a young scientist must look presentable, even if that is only a white lab coat over her usual frumpy jeans, belly hanging out the front and stretching her Flash lightning bolt t-shirt.
She headed down the hall, unsurprised to see it was rather empty so close to the big meal, her flipflops clapping was the only sound other than her breathing. But there, right in between two dorm rooms, she couldve sworn she heard a third sound. Clara shook her head, probably nothing, anyway there were chicken tenders to get at before the other girls.
In the cafeteria, Clara quickly scouted out a secluded enough spot where she could sit and quickly eat, there was no time for small talk now, only results. Setting down her things, she felt someone brush against her round bum, "Oh, sorry." she turned to see the girl in question, and was met with a plump brunette with glasses, "Oh, Rozy, fancy seeing you here."
The young weeb adjusted her glasses, "S-sorry, I bumped into you on my way to the pasta."
Clara grinned, "It happens, you sitting anywhere yet?"
"No, not yet, gotta get to the pasta!"
"Yeah, you and your pasta, here, why dont you sit with me?" There was no reason to throw away a perfectly good test subject just presenting herself, and maybe the girls smaller form would be of use for other investigations, later.
"Are you sure?"
The plump scientist nodded, pulling out a seat for her.
"Ok, thank you." Rozalin set her things down and scurried to the pasta, her Tivas squeaking against the marble floors. Clara watched her go and chuckled, heading to prep her own plates.
She returned with about two dozen of the schools famous chicken tenders, an amount that almost cost her a finger to the greedy Mel Carlyle, but such sacrifices wouldve been necessary in the pursuit of science! Or culinary delight, as it were. She'd also taken the time to pile donuts and similar confections into a mound the size of a small dog, approximately 5.3 kilograms of food, if her eyes were right. There was Rozy, the young weeaboo already hunched over her second heaping plate of pasta, it seemed this would be a real gutbuster of a meal.
Just as Clara was finishing up she heard a familiar voice, and turned to see the headmistress...
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