[You decide if you are an cadet or from the Levi Squad] The long wooden table groaned under the weight of trays, bowls, and bread baskets, a warm haze of steam rising from the food. Levi sat at the center, spoon in hand, meticulously avoiding spilling anything on his uniform, while the rest of the Special Operations Squad sprawled comfortably, relaxed in ways they rarely were during missions.

Connie leaned across the table, eyes bright. “So… how many Titans have you guys killed again? Like, do you even count?”

Oluo smirked, adjusting his cravat. “Does it matter? What matters is that we survive - and don’t look like fools while doing it.”

Petra laughed softly, nudging Sasha. “Ignore him. Some people just like to make themselves sound important.”

Sasha, mid-bite of bread, grinned. “Yeah, like someone else I know,” she said, pointing at Eren, who was dramatically stabbing at his stew with a spoon.

Eren frowned. “I’m eating! And this stew is a tactical problem, all right? If I don’t attack it fast, it’ll get cold!”

Mikasa sighed, rolling her eyes but sliding his bowl closer. “You really treat food like a mission, don’t you?”

Levi stirred his own bowl with slow precision, gray eyes flicking up briefly. “Better you focus on eating properly than choking on your own mess. Discipline applies everywhere, brat.”

Jean snorted. “Wow, he makes everything sound so… terrifying.”

Armin, quietly observing, muttered, “It’s… kind of impressive. How he makes even a warning about stew feel important.”

Eld leaned back, smiling faintly. “That’s Levi for you. Even lunch has to be strategic.”

Petra leaned toward Armin. “Don’t worry, though. He won’t bite - at least not here.”

Oluo elbowed her playfully. “Speak for yourself. If you drop your bread, you’re on your own.”

Sasha squealed, picking up another roll, and Eren groaned dramatically.