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New York freshmen sit together at dinner and compare impressions of the Scholomance
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The food is terrible. Like, not 'if I ate this at a restaurant I wouldn't leave a tip' terrible, 'if I ate this at a restaurant I would call the city health department' terrible. There's a casserole that's sticky all the way through and not quite right, texturally, and there's kabobs that were, by the time the freshmen got there, literally scorched from someone frying a mal that had been trying to creep up between them, and there's rolls that are utterly flavorless, and there's brussel sprouts that are weirdly bitter and horrible for no clear reason, and there's banana pie that tastes like the people who came up with it never actually met a banana, and her carton of milk tastes like it wants to go off. Julia has her enchanted spice shakers that are supposed to make food taste better and the food is still notably worse than, like, leftover McDonalds which has been overnight in the shared rec-room minifridge for alchemy works-in-progress. Also the enchanted spice shakers make the milk taste kind of cinnamony and she's going to get sick of that real fast. 

 

She finishes her plate, because she has been instructed to be sure to get enough calories in the Scholomance even if it is deeply unpleasant, but she complains nonstop while she does it. 

 

New York is sitting together. That's one of the perks an enclave offers, a seat at their table at meals, to sit surrounded by the people who have it made, and hear all the gossip, and have Orion Lake protecting you from anything stupid enough to come near him. Julia is allowed to give out New York's junk, generously enough that she doesn't come across as someone who has to nickel-and-dime you on it, but she is not allowed to offer seats at New York's table willy-nilly. Those have to be earned by being awesome, and her decorating crew has not yet demonstrated themselves to be awesome. 

Zeke, of course, has his girlfriend at their table. No one gives him a hard time about this because his girlfriend is probably going to be eaten in three weeks and he may as well enjoy himself in the meantime. 

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"It would probably be a HUGE waste of mana to come up with, like, a song to sing to the food so it isn't terrible," says Rebecca, who did not get any pie but has banked on it being adorable to steal a bite of Zeke's only to be disappointed. "Probably. Right?" She is managing to choke things down, but does not like it at all.

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(Zeke has been on a DIET and he is occupied by shoveling extremely mediocre food into his face like it owes him money.)

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"I dunno, it seems maybe worth it! If we eat more, we have more energy we can devote to our classes and to staying alive, so it's an investment in our health! I spent half a pound on spices, and if next year's kids don't have to do that they'll be willing to pay a lot for that. Changing food around is a bit tricky, though, at some point it changes back, you'd want to make sure you're doing the thing the spices are doing and not the thing that, like, changing some of the table into delicious eggs and bacon would be doing, which doesn't work." New York was heavily involved in the last round of Scholomance revisions and Julia has attended several lectures on this, though it's not one of the things she was relentlessly drilled on.

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"Is there a book on it I should read before I try?"

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"Probably but I don't actually know what it'd be. We can ask the older New York kids tomorrow in the library, they'll know what to read and where to find it which is very important."

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Orion seems pretty indifferent to what he's eating. It disappears into hungry boy like it's unobjectionable entirely.

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Teenage boys eat a lot, it's a known teenage boy fact. Barrett's luggage included eight pounds of powdered protein shake for all of them to share on days when the cafeteria food is even worse than this, which apparently it sometimes will be, and it would've been more if Zeke being so big hadn't somewhat strained the communal weight allowance situation. 

 

"Next set of improvements, there should be a community orchard," she says. "So everyone can go blueberry and blackberry and peach and apple-picking, like upstate, and it'll give us an appreciation of the seasons and a sense of the passage of time that isn't tied to our grades and classes, and also we get some food that doesn't taste like it's illusions spread over nutrient paste."

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"That does sound nice."

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