A bench groaned in protest as the big lumbering oaf known as Behemoth sat down. He then began hungrily tossing down his rations with absolutely no regard for manners.
Victoria entered the mess hall, turning without looking round toward the table Onyx sat at, looking over the side of the room Onyx wasn't facing as she moved toward the table.
"Mmm... and here I thought you weren't paying attention when I turned the lights off in the commanders' kitchen," Victoria said, glancing at the closest table and the decidedly lower-quality meals that the students had.
"Mmm, I'm sure you'd make up for it if you were. That little matter in the barracks needed attention more than our dinner did, I just wish I could've helped you, it looked... Bracing."