Apparently the brussel sprouts are always safe to eat? Raleigh's father gave him very detailed instructions on cafeteria safety, and as part of that, he's been eating brussel sprouts at least once a week since he was six. At first Mother would cook them all fancy, to make them go down easier; she'd sauté them in butter and smother them in sauce, or roast them to be crispy and caramelized, so he'd start off finding them palatable, and she only started progressing towards "soggy boiled" once he stopped complaining.
The trays have been pretty thoroughly picked off, which at least has the advantage of making it clearer which items are safe. He's able to nab an extra bread roll, but the untouched butter is a red flag, and peering closer at it reveals the expected oily glimmer over it. Yech.
He loads up with as many brussel sprouts as he can fit on his plate, because he definitely needs the calories after today, and maybe someone else will have had worse luck in line. If he sees Shavri he's giving her his meatloaf; he took the very last scrapings of it.
Raleigh could sit with Sacramento, but he's in the mood to mingle. Are there any tables of freshmen that have extra space and at least one person he's already met?