Lou's internal clock is all out of wack. Maybe it's the naps in the middle of the day, but lunch at 11;30 was not appealing. Of course, that meant that two hours later he stood in the empty mess hall with two meager options: hot dog or hamburger. He decided on the one not floating in cloudy sausage water, and began stacking the burger with onions, pickles, tomato, lettuce. He got another and did the same. He grabbed two bags of Fritos and one of those magic cups. He stepped up to the fire, and dropped one of the hamburgers in. He walked away before smelling the smoke. "Here, dad," he yawned.
Lou went and sat at his cabin's table(s), picked up his cup, and hesitantly asked for chocolate milk.
Lou went and sat at his cabin's table(s), picked up his cup, and hesitantly asked for chocolate milk.