Lars didn’t get much of a retort past her lips before her head was suddenly turning towards the girl who sat between her and Jules. She was a tiny little thing, most likely a first year, and looked about ready to pass out now that she’d gone so red in the face. Lars herself didn’t quite understand why people got so embarrassed over normal bodily functions, but didn’t point this out to the already mortified girl. Instead, she chose to watch Jules attempt to offer a half-eaten sandwich— she silently bet that the boy had been surviving solely off of what was inside the mini fridge in his room up until now, but only smirked a bit over it.

“Jules, did you not hear how angry her stomach is? She needs real food!” Lars declared confidently and quickly looked down to the girl, waiting for some sort of response. Behind her, Bel and Gar had begun echoing her voice, the words ‘real food’ and ‘angry stomach’ being the most frequently spoken. After another moment, Lars’ took a quick glance around the Tomb, and then towards the large, hanging clock that hung over the entrance. Still early, she noted. 

“Ya know, the Café has some pretty good grub.” She began with a softer smile, pointing her attention back to the two underclassmen. “We could all go grab some breakfast, if you wanted to. My treat.” She offered, not at all bothered that it would mark her second breakfast this morning (not counting snacks). Lars’ was still plenty familiar with how stressful being a first year could be, even if it’d been years since she’d been one, so she was always happy to help incoming first years when she got the chance to.