Stromboli and Tiramisu (Brittany)

[frank]

It was safe to say that Frank wasn't in the best of moods today. After getting back from visiting his family in New York, he'd found out his assistants had been feeding the kids what they expected to get in a school like this while he was gone. That had earned the pair of them a straight hour of yelling, pots clanging and banging about as he worked to make up for their incompetence. A scowl seemed permanently etched on his face as he stirred the dough for biscotti, using his mother's recipe.

Pausing for a moment, he reached into his shirt pocket, and drew out a picture. Smiling tenderly down at it, his face softened for the first time all day. "Jesus, kid, you already have your Granny's eyes, don't you? Oh, your daddy is gonna have his hands full with you, isn't he?" Chuckling a bit, he kissed the picture, before putting it back in his pocket. It was new, fresh from his trip to visit the family. His oldest grandson, Mikey, had just had his first baby, a little girl named Maggie. It had been a bit of a shock to Frank that his first great grandchild would be named after his wife, but it was a happy surprise. He knew that Margaret would have loved her, and would have started knitting the minute they knew there was going to be a baby.

Not as snappy as he had been, Frank resumed mixing the dough. These damn kids needed some kind of good food. It was his job to feed them, after all, and he couldn't let them starve because his help was a pair of idiots. That thought in mind, he kept working, finishing the biscotti dough and getting it into the oven. Now, time to start on the sauce for lunch...

[raine]

Brittany was feeling lazy today, she didn't wanna do anything. She sighed as she made her way slowly to the cafeteria, she kept her pace even and, well slow. She ran her fingers along the wall as she walked and wondered what would be for lunch. She made an excuse to leave class early to get to lunch early. She made a disgusted face as she thought of the gross stuff -- meaning food, in the lunch room. She never really found it all appetizing, but she hasn't keeled over yet. She looked around as everyone started piling out of their classes, and kept walking, slower even, with everyone in the way. She blew a strand of hair out of her face and rolled her eyes, she still couldn't believe she was here. She reached the lunchroom as the food was just getting done being made, she stopped in the doorway, and then made her way towards the line already forming. She gave a fake small smile as the person in front of her gave her a snarl.

[frank]

Shaking his head, Frank watched as the kids began moving in a line to get food. Today he'd made stromboli to go along with the pasta. It was a simple spaghetti bolognese, a recipe his mother had perfected when he was a child, passing it down to him. And, it was one of his recipes that were simple, something kids loved, and it was something that helped them gain weight easily. And with so many of these kids being skinny as bean poles, they could use weight gain. Watching the kids, a small scowl came over his face. Damn it, had any of them heard of proper eating? Margaret's cat had eaten more than some of these kids. Then again, he swore up and down that the cat had been the inspiration for Garfield... Still, these kids didn't eat enough. If he was able, he'd lock them all in the cafeteria until they'd cleared their plates to his satisfaction. He'd have to talk to the headmaster about doing that. Especially since some of the kids only came in for one or two meals. Grumbling a bit, he moved to one of the tables, and sat down, rubbing his sore fingers. Damn arthritis.

[raine]

Brittany reached the food as the line kept going, she gave a stranged look on her face as she, didn't quite know what she was looking at, but hoped it was at least good. She picked up a tray and looked over the food once more, and thought, 'Mmmaybe an apple will do? Or, that bag of chips?' and stood there for a second thinking on what to do, she raised her eyebrow and then looked up at what she guess was the guy who had made the food and then asked, pointing slightly "Um, what.. is that... exactly?". And as she waited for his answer she scratched the back of her head and looked at everyone behind her getting impatient because she just had to ask what this was, she looked away with a smile and then back at the food and said "Maybe I'll just have... some chips and an apple.. thanks" and grabbed exactly that, if she had to take the food, she wouldn't exactly eat it anyways. She made her way to the register to pay, and went to sit down at the furthest empty table alone. She sighed and turned and let her legs rest across the bench of the table and crossed them. She took a bite of her apple and watched everyone around her.