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Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

Belle had considered reading outside today but on her way outside she'd run into someone delivering a very large lunch order who had handed it off to her with a "oh, it's already paid for and it's just for the dorms so I guess it's yours now bye!"

So instead of going outdoors she'd headed back up the stairs to her common room and opened the bags to find a rather large quantity of tomato soup and several grilled cheese sandwiches. Naturally she needed to fix herself a bowl of the soup and bring it to the table with a sandwich.

She only hoped that someone else might come by to help her eat all of this food.

[Open common room is open, come have some cheesy goodness!]

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It was definitely Graham's nose that lead him upstairs that afternoon. He hadn't exactly been cartoonishly floating toward it, lifted by the scent of food alone, but it was a very near thing, and when he crossed the threshold of the common room, he honed in almost immediately on the food. He pumped his fist in victory (the nose knows!) with a little "yes!" and then noticed Belle.

"Oh, hey, Belle! Is all this soup and sandwiches yours?"

"I was going outside and someone handed it all to me so I brought it back up here," Belle said. "I'm sure some is yours now!"

Please save her from making a terrible but deliciously cheesy mistake, Graham.

Well, what was the point of even having a helpful knight-in-training on hand if not to save such fair maidens from such cheesy fates?

Graham's face lit up, with the news of his newfound food-related wealth. "Oh, yeah?" he asked eagerly. "Which ones?"

"Whichever ones you like," Belle said, after pretending to consider the question.

He was here to save her from a cheesy doom, after all.

"Excepting, naturally, what I'm already eating. I think they even have different types of cheese in some of them."

These were gourmet grilled cheeses, after all.

"Awwww, man!" Graham complained, ineffectually, what with the chuckle that went with it and all. "And here I was thinking those were the ones that looked best! Well, it's only fair I guess."

And then he took a closer peek at the sandwiches, searching for one that might have grill marks on the bread that might resemble a G, because then those clearly were for him!

"First come, first serve, after all," he continued brightly. "I just sure swiss I get a gouda one!"

"I'm glad you're souper hopeful," Belle returned. "But are those the ones that brielong to you?"

"Oh," Graham chuckled, finally making a selection and brandishing a pair of sandwiches proudly, "stew cheddar believe it! These babies belong to me now, and me provolone!"

"I'm terribly grateful for your assistance," Belle told him gravely.

Graham had to grin a little extra, because, damn, that was a good one!

"Well," he insisted loftily, "I curd hardly say no, in your time of need, Belle! But I assure you, I really don't rind!"

The laugh that had been threatening to escape Belle finally burst out of her and she shook her head at Graham.

"Oh, Graham. I do love our chats!"

What was this? Beta, emerging from her room and actually attempting to socialize?

Not believing this would be perfectly understandable. Sometimes it seemed like she'd never left the server room on the lower floor of GAIA Base, either.

But here she was, hesitantly poking her head around the edge of the door into the common room with her usual skittish-deer expression.

"Something smells good in here."

"It's soup and sandwiches!" Graham was clearly delighted to inform Beta, holding up two of the latter as if in evidence, before taking a bite out of one. Chewed it a little and swallowed before adding, "how's it going, Beta? You should definitely have some, there's a lot!"

There was always a lot.

Beta hesitated, but nodded and scurried into the room quickly, as if she didn't want anyone to catch her.

"They don't belong to anyone, do they?"

Then, almost as an afterthought, and very quietly:

"Hi, Graham."

"Well, those ones," Graham pointed over to where Belle was eating hers, "belong to Belle, and these ones," again, lifting his own, "belong to me, but those ones will belong to whoever starts eating them. First come, first serve."

Look, very clear and important rules had been estsblished on this matter, so they had to be shared and known.

"So they definitely could be belonging to you!"

Beta glanced from Graham to the sandwiches, then to Belle and then the sandwiches again before she took a little breath and went to help herself to one.

"Okay," she said as she took the sandwich and went to find herself a seat all the way in the corner of one of the couches. "Um... thanks."

"Don't thank me," Graham insisted with a chuckle and a shake of his. "Thank the person who gave it all to Belle in the first place!"

Whoever that had been!

"But good choice! That looks like a good one!"

"Oh good. Someone else to help us eat," Belle said with exaggerated relief. "There's more than enough to share."

"Why is there so much, though?" Beta wanted to know.

"I haven't the faintest idea," Belle said. "I was heading outside to read and a delivery person handed me the bags and told me it was all paid for already."

"That seems like an incredibly inefficient use of resources," Beta muttered. "You don't know who paid for them or why?"

Beta, just enjoy the sandwich, geez.

"I've found that sometimes food just appears here," Belle said. "And nobody seems to know why. It's best just to enjoy it while we can. And these are very good. You should try the soup, too."

"But it has to come from somewhere." No, Beta had not yet entirely given up on trying to make this place make sense. But at least she relented and helped herself to one of the soups, too?

She took an experimental bite of the sandwich, and now that she thought about it she'd seen these in some of the pre-Swarm holos she liked to watch back at the base.

"I think I understand why they called this a comfort food," she said eventually.

"It is very comforting," Belle said with a smile. "It's so warm. And delicious if you dip a bit into the soup."

Beta very gingerly dipped one corner of the sandwich into the soup and took a bite.

"I need to try this again before I draw any conclusions," she said, and tried another bite.

"Not bad so far. I may change my mind before I finish this but I'm not sure it's likely."

"I'm glad you like it! And I'm glad whoever it was sent enough over her to share with whoever might want it."

"Is it always a mystery who does this?" Beta wanted to know. "I just read something about a neighborhood, a couple of neighborhoods, that were getting inundated with all kinds of mystery food deliveries and it was getting to be a serious problem."

"Sometimes someone orders food and far more than they've asked for arrives," Belle said. "And sometimes it just seems to appear. Perhaps someone on the island just wants to ensure that no one here goes hungry?"

Ooh, a mysterious island benefactor!

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