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AntlersHer meal, while not gourmet, was still enough to make her fellow club members jealous. Some, in the past, had accused Chika of 'gaming the system', but she had made sure she was well within the rules. She had joined the Literature Club in her first year but had found its purpose laughable. Who CARED about READING books, Chika was more concerned with the words contained within them. Her fellow Literature Club members were more content with reading terrible books about...about silly supernatural things; and not even a single book by Fumiko Ishiguro, or ANY of the Ishiguro women. For shame. So of course Chika, after thoroughly researching the topic, formed the Etymology Club, a club devoted to words. There was crossover from the Literature Club which was why Chika was still technically a member, a ghost member for the most part, but it helped facilitate goodwill.
Either way, Chika was now entitled to a superior lunch so her plan had come together wonderfully.
Today's meal of choice was a rather salmon-pink looking dish served with a garnish of basil and eaten cold. Chika did so love her foreign cuisine, it made her feel so...fancy. And it afforded her a chance to stretch her vocabulary. Which was Chika's method of showing off.
"This is a salmon terrine, thanks for asking," No one had asked her, Chika was just speaking to the very clearly uninterested members of the club, "You might have assumed as such, being as you're all not single minded prehistoric troglodytes still confused by the concept of something as incandescent as a blazing inferno, but terrine is French, as is the dish in question. Terrine comes from the French word 'terrin' which means 'earthen' which, right around the eighteenth century, turned into 'terrine' or 'earthenware pot' to now having its culinary definition. Though I'm almost positive you don't make a terrine with a terrine!" Chika laughed at what she thought was a very clever play on words.
The others at her table laughed once they were aware a joke was made and they didn't want to face the wrath of Chika. Being scolded was one thing, but more than a handful of people at Chika's table would happily take being flung to the disciplinary office than listen to Chika's scolding lectures.
"Now then, where was I-" Chika, as she often was when she got onto her favorite topic, was cut off by the announcement. Though Chika would never say as much, Chinatsu-sama was the only one Chika would consider a worthy word rival, simply because of Chinatsu-sama's ability to hold the attention of a school. Granted, that was her position, but Chika was often impressed at that position. Not always in the selection of words, but then Chika was always fond of using the longer, more important words.
Regardless of personal thoughts, Chika, like the other attentive students, made for the Stadium. She tapped at the book clipped to her waist and the scroll of paper on her left...how easy it would be to avoid the traffic of student bodies...all she would have to do was 'levitate' or maybe even 'teleport'. No...teleporting could very well land her in the next city over for how well she could use that particular word.
Ho-hum, just a flight of fancy. Chika would shuffle along with the rest of them, but she was going to be getting a seat close enough to read lips. It helped in the study of words, after all.
Either way, Chika was now entitled to a superior lunch so her plan had come together wonderfully.
Today's meal of choice was a rather salmon-pink looking dish served with a garnish of basil and eaten cold. Chika did so love her foreign cuisine, it made her feel so...fancy. And it afforded her a chance to stretch her vocabulary. Which was Chika's method of showing off.
"This is a salmon terrine, thanks for asking," No one had asked her, Chika was just speaking to the very clearly uninterested members of the club, "You might have assumed as such, being as you're all not single minded prehistoric troglodytes still confused by the concept of something as incandescent as a blazing inferno, but terrine is French, as is the dish in question. Terrine comes from the French word 'terrin' which means 'earthen' which, right around the eighteenth century, turned into 'terrine' or 'earthenware pot' to now having its culinary definition. Though I'm almost positive you don't make a terrine with a terrine!" Chika laughed at what she thought was a very clever play on words.
The others at her table laughed once they were aware a joke was made and they didn't want to face the wrath of Chika. Being scolded was one thing, but more than a handful of people at Chika's table would happily take being flung to the disciplinary office than listen to Chika's scolding lectures.
"Now then, where was I-" Chika, as she often was when she got onto her favorite topic, was cut off by the announcement. Though Chika would never say as much, Chinatsu-sama was the only one Chika would consider a worthy word rival, simply because of Chinatsu-sama's ability to hold the attention of a school. Granted, that was her position, but Chika was often impressed at that position. Not always in the selection of words, but then Chika was always fond of using the longer, more important words.
Regardless of personal thoughts, Chika, like the other attentive students, made for the Stadium. She tapped at the book clipped to her waist and the scroll of paper on her left...how easy it would be to avoid the traffic of student bodies...all she would have to do was 'levitate' or maybe even 'teleport'. No...teleporting could very well land her in the next city over for how well she could use that particular word.
Ho-hum, just a flight of fancy. Chika would shuffle along with the rest of them, but she was going to be getting a seat close enough to read lips. It helped in the study of words, after all.