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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] the Feasting Hall
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Finley ignored the conversation about the head. They did not care about it. They focused on Dysphoria. A smile played on their lips and they said, [color=f14a83]“I’ll take a sip in a moment, but first, you have a little something here.”[/color] They pointed at their teeth, leaned in, pulling Dysphoria’s face closer to make out with them, licking the marshmallow off of Dysphoria’s tooth. 

[color=f14a83]“There I got it.”[/color] They sipped at the hot chocolate. [color=f14a83]“Ah, that is good. Very rich. The marshmallows are melting into it perfectly.”[/color] They sighed contentedly. 

Then Finley turned their attention to their plate. They took a bite of the pastry that Dysphoria had dissected from the meat. Everyone else seemed weirded out by the meat, and Finley did not know why. Dysphoria did not recognize the meat. That was not an impossibility. Dysphoria had not been around very long. The types of meat the pair of them had eaten were limited. 

Finley cut off a piece of the meat, examining it visually and smelling it before taking the bite. It was gamey and lean. Odd indeed. The rich flavors that usually accompany fattier meat were missing. The gamey flavor was not despised. It was like eating something from the wild. Finley chewed on the bite of meat and the thought. 

[color=f14a83]“Do the staff hunt for the meat that is provided? If so, would they accept help? Hunting could be a nice diversion sometimes.”[/color] 


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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] the Feasting Hall
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Connie frowned. She did not pick up on Serena’s blush or its implications. She did sigh a little at Cal’s admonishment. It wasn’t her fault that Serena had been talking loudly about the head. Besides, Cal had asked about it, too. Why would she have to be subtle when the conversation had already begun? She had a missing roommate. 

[color=D8BFD8] “My roommate and covenmate Pancho is missing. So if there is a random head showing up somewhere in the dungeons, I would like to take a moment to see if it belongs to him.”[/color] 

She turned her attention back to Serena, looking her up and down. It wasn’t a proper medical exam. She needed equipment for that. But Serena seemed physically fine. [color=D8BFD8] “Placement exams, I take it.”[/color] Connie tsked. [color=D8BFD8] “If it is Croan, just tell him he’s got a stick up his ass. Ravoux’s aren’t too bad, though you’ll be fine,”[/color] she tried to reassure Serena. 

[color=D8BFD8] “If you do remember any details of where or who found the head, would you let me know? I do want to find my lost roommate. He is new to the school, and if he got lost, I will feel responsible.”[/color] 

Connie took a bite of her food, avoiding the ‘beef’. If the others were saying something was off about it, she was certainly not eating it. She didn’t particularly have the stomach for mystery meat, especially today after cleaning rabbits. Connie poked the meat, wondering if maybe it was rabbit meat. Deciding not to risk it, she turned her attention to the asparagus.