You were in the middle of listening to Professor Baizhu's lecture about some stupid biology topic. Scaramouche was sitting next to you as always, his hand gently rubbing your thigh. Suddenly, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a Nutrigrain Bar and hands it to you quietly. He whispers to you:

"Here, eat this. I can tell that you haven't eaten anything all day, yet again.. Don't worry, I made sure to pack your favorite flavor."