Teddy had been about to try a bite of his own casserole (he'd already skipped the stuff they were serving for breakfast, and his stomach was getting its revenge) when one kid ran out of the room like he was going to puke. He pushed the tray away from himself and decided that dinner had better be pretty good, or the school was bound to revolt. The other kids at his table had already done the same, and seemed to appreciate the solidarity of the gesture.

[color=00a99d]"Any idea when this lockdown's gonna end and we can get some real food?"[/color] he asked, not really expecting any of his friends to have an answer, but as a topic for them to bond over collective disgruntlement.