If Doctor Oobleck noticed the ubiquitous business cards, the tangible tension between some of the students, or the drowsiness of a one-armed redhead, he took no notice.  After appearing seemingly out of nowhere in a characteristic burst of speed, he wasted no time launching into a lecture concerning some of the earliest civilizations to have ever populated Remnant.  He glossed over their societal norms, art, architecture, and accomplishments, peppering his conversation with questions to the students -often specifically, to keep some of the less-interested teens involved- and trying to narrow down potential thousands of years of history into clear and precise analysis.  To be sure, those without drive to learn and discover would doubtlessly find his instruction yawn-inducing, but any student in their right mind would have to admit that this topic was fascinating.  To look back across the ages and discover the roots of not only modern society and culture, but thought itself, was a valuable and insightful pursuit.  Plus, to any still plagued by the thought of the silenced singer brought in earlier, a new topic might be a welcome distraction.

It did not, however, last forever.  Even as Oobleck drilled into the vaults of history, time itself ticked by, and before too long the class found the passing bell ringing through the halls again.  With Combat, Math, and History out of today's way, there came again that magical time of day for all to rest and refuel, even if only for a little while: lunch.  The cafeteria was open as usual, but after an installation during the weekend, a brand-new on-campus eatery called Deli N'Doul was open for business as well.  Today's dishes in the cafeteria were fish fillets, two varieties of pizza, peas with carrot, buttery potato slices, corn-on-the-cob, macaroni, and the obligatory salad bar.

Though one of the first ones into the huge room, Abel did not immediately make for any place in particular.  He wanted to stick with his teammates or, if they'd already made plans for lunch as well as after school, wait for an informative message to pop up on his scroll.  His head was still buzzing from all the history injected into it, but it wasn't a painful sensation.  On his mind right now were two things: how exactly ancient cultures' ideas about the world might feed into contemporary ones, and trying to make himself seem cool and casual should Krysanthe appear.

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[i]food time has arrived.  Enjoy![/i][/center]