[This is just like being dared to do some profoundly stupid shit back in Public School and yet, Emil immediately takes the bait, frowning.]
Fine! Wait here.
[Surely, he will prove his point! He gets up, abandoning his mediocre porridge to really march over to the kitchens, knock until someone comes out to acknowledge him, and somehow ask if there's better food without being swiftly removed from the dining hall entirely. There's too much conversation in the room to overhear this exchange clearly, but all signs point to "are you a moron?" being the general gist of the response he gets.
Then he comes back. He sits down, picks up his spoon again, sticks it despondently in his porridge. Seconds tick past.]
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Fine! Wait here.
[Surely, he will prove his point! He gets up, abandoning his mediocre porridge to really march over to the kitchens, knock until someone comes out to acknowledge him, and somehow ask if there's better food without being swiftly removed from the dining hall entirely. There's too much conversation in the room to overhear this exchange clearly, but all signs point to "are you a moron?" being the general gist of the response he gets.
Then he comes back. He sits down, picks up his spoon again, sticks it despondently in his porridge. Seconds tick past.]
In any case— [emil] it was possible.