"Don't speak to me!" Felice shouted as he started moving the prepared food to the cafeteria. He didn't even fully know why he was so upset, he just was. And he wasn't going to stop being upset for a while. He really couldn't help that. "Stupid...I just..." He stopped muttering to himself and rang the bell to call the students to eat. If he wasn't good enough for this, he just wasn't. That was it. He didn't have the fancy culinary schooling that Dante had, that much was true, and he hadn't been that confident in teaching anyway. At least it wouldn't be a problem now if he was unavailable to cook at any point. 

"Get your food now or you don't eat!"