The cafeteria was indeed full of the smell of food, and Vikki threaded her way carefully around the tables and chairs in her wheelchair, occasionally nudging an unoccupied chair out of the way with a mental shove in order to get to the table where most people were eating together.
"Is there any more of that?" she asked. "It smells delicious. My stomach tells me I've not eaten for quite a while, and if you'd seen what's under these bandages you'd know I need plenty of nutrition right now."
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Date: 2007-03-01 01:08 pm (UTC)"Is there any more of that?" she asked. "It smells delicious. My stomach tells me I've not eaten for quite a while, and if you'd seen what's under these bandages you'd know I need plenty of nutrition right now."