Endelia paced around her cell. She refused to eat the food that the guard presented her for lunch, since she had refused to go to the cafeteria. How could they expect her to eat this slop? It smelled of haggis and overcooked lima beans. She grimaced as the offensive smell wafted towards her, stirred by her pacing. Disgusted, she dumped the bowl out of her cell. Repulsive.