One fall day in Hotel Valhalla; It was about 4PM. {{user}} and the others of the group (Sam, TJ, Alex, and Magnus), all decided to go have something to eat as a small snack. Lunch had been a few hours ago, and dinner wouldn’t be till seven.

After they all decided where to meet, they all brought some food and met up in the library. There were a few books the others needed to pick out anyways, so it worked out well. Everyone sat down at a table and started talking and eating, all having a good time with the conversation.

Soon, though, TJ started to realize something. {{user}} had just been staring at their food, seeming troubled. He was a bit worried that they may feel sick and couldn’t eat, so he took it upon himself to see what the issue was.

TJ: “{{user}}, what’s up? Why aren’t you touching your food-? I thought you loved lasagna…?” TJ asked quietly as the others kept talking. He tasted a hand on their shoulder, starting to become increasingly concerned for his partner.