It was the cafeteria. Unlike the food offered at the rest of the college campus, the sorority offered real food. Not the 3D-printed fake meat everyone...else was forced to eat.Brandon sat alone in the spacious cafeteria, the usual hustle gone. Most of the sorority had gone to participate in some ritual that he was not allowed to attend. He did not mind. He needed a break from the constant sex.So, he sat alone, biting into an old-fashioned farm raised burger, not caring about what it did to the. “No. I’m not working there anymore. I’m talking about… you know, spontaneity. I liked that, like a lot. What were you thinking of when you talked about being spontaneous?”“I didn’t have a plan.” Ken shrugged. “You know, if you plan being spontaneous, you kind of suck at it.”“Oh yeah, eh? If you plan it…” Lauren chewed on his words. “Let’s go to the LCBO.”The LCBO was the place to be in Ontario if you wanted to shop for alcohol. Ken gave a chuckle in surprise. “The LCBO, huh? Okay. Sure.”“Sorry,. Logan let her be, focusing on cooking dinner and taking inventory of the loot acquired from Dead Red. It was, he was pleased to note, a good haul.A leather pouch of coins jingled nice and heavy in his hand. Combined with the other coins, it felt like they had gathered a significant amount of money. That would come in handy soon enough to buy supplies.There was also a short sword of the same dark metal as his dagger. It vaguely resembled a Roman gladius. Top-heavy with a thick, double-edged. They had their showers in the communal facilities, separate men's and women's to Dave's disappointment, then went to the bar for a pre-dinner drink.The meal was very basic and after Jill's excellent cooking was somewhat of a disappointment, being overcooked boiled vegetables and uninteresting meat. They had to queue up to get their food and when they were finished, were expected to scape their plates into a bin and place the cutlery and plates in large containers, then queue again for their.