[She leads, without further comment or complaint, leaving the rest of her things in her locker for now, heading them towards the mess, where there are, indeed, pancakes.
Furiosa manages her tray one armed, and fills it with things for two, choosing what the both of them will have.]
Do you like sweet things?
[She can't get a taste for syrup, so hesitates on it.]
[spam]
Furiosa manages her tray one armed, and fills it with things for two, choosing what the both of them will have.]
Do you like sweet things?
[She can't get a taste for syrup, so hesitates on it.]