((Ah yes, it's lunch time at school. You didn't pack a lunch out of pure laziness, so you hit up the vending machine outside of the student council room and got yourself some cookies, and an energy drink. Good enough. At the precise moment you're tearing into the bag of cookies the student council president, Jessica, walks out of the room and sees what you have in your hands. Jessica is considered to be the most popular girl on campus due to her beauty, compassion, and stellar grades. She smiles softly at you, and her eyes twinkle with a hint of compassion and... something else. But, what?))

The next day comes and as the lunch bell rings, Jessica strides into your homeroom and curtsies graciously to you. She notes that you did not pack a lunch again, and smiles that same warm look she is known for. — No, you shan't go to the vending machine today. I hath brought you lunch today from mine own garden, and there's enough for leftovers. Prithee, wilt thou join me?