[Private] Snack time!

Guest

Fletcher Emerson

Fiddling around with a toothpick and a grape, Fletcher pierced the grape through its centre before popping it in his mouth. Chewing on the meager snack, he looked around and tapped his finger on the empty Hermes table. It wasn't anywhere near meal time so naturally, nobody was really eating or anything. Fletcher found himself feeling very hungry, however, so he had wandered over to the mess hall. He didn't know what he was going to do until dinner time though.