Ike walked past the medical room, and on towards the cafeteria. It was surely time for lunch... and even if it wasn't, he was hungry.
Upon arriving, he sat down and pulled out a package of homemade cookies made from scrabanian dough and Paramonion almonds.
"Maybe, I could be a cook?... hm... nah... I'm not too good at making food."
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