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Doric and Andrion had, indeed, arrived at the same time.

Unlike the golden princeling, however, once five minutes passed and there was no instructor in sight, Andrion had stood up from his desk (too small to really be comfortable) and left, just like that. After all, if the instructor was going to be late, the instructor ought to certainly excuse anyone else for being late too.

Of course, a half hour visit to the cafeteria apparently wasn't sufficiently late enough to summon the instructor...but it [i]was[/i] enough for him to slice some bread, load it up with some meats, vegetables, and cheeses, before tossing them into the stone oven. Wrap it up with some cloth, and voila. Food for waiting!

The door to the room swung up once more, Andrion poking his head in to see the ever-sour little princess, pouting over how the world didn't revolve around her minor ass again. [b]"Ey, Doric, catch!"[/b]

It was a testament of his wrapping skill that the sandwich didn't scatter everywhere when he hurled it at his roommate. It was a testament to his precision that it didn't [i]accidentally[/i] smash right into Sherry's face.

[b]"Got two more for y'all as well, if any of the rest of y'all want it."[/b] A wink, towards Lapis and Parthenia. [b]"Ladies first, if they wish."[/b]

Of course, there were five sandwiches balanced on his hand, but Andrion didn't grow big as a barge by dieting.