Harper had re-volunteered to help in the food prep, considering that it was something everyone needed to survive even though every time she did it she wanted to eat everything she was sorting out. Walking in one of the advisors gave her a key and let her head her way over the storage area. Looking around at each of the bins Harper tried to fine one with some more produce then junk food to pick through. It wasn’t so much a choice of being lazy or wanting to do less work it was the fact that Harper wanted to remember what fresher foods still looked like. Tasty apples, oranges, even potatoes where something she was starting to miss more than a bag of chips. So weird to think that way considering for the longest time she wanted to do nothing more than eat junk food all day long.

Pulling a stool over to one of the bins Harper started to pull out the various foods. There was even an onion, some more potatoes, and even the occasional apple. There were a few cans, one was a can of yams that was far less appealing looking on the package then she could remember. There was a can too of pumpkin, reminding Harper of the lack of pumpkin spice latte’s she used to splurge on all the time at the Starbucks when she could. There was some curiosity if maybe there was some coffee somewhere on the campus that she could have used to make a cup. Maybe make some sort of makeshift French press that she could make a decent cup of coffee with. There wouldn’t be a whole lot of cream for it, but that was ok any coffee was starting to sound better than no coffee at all. Maybe if she was really lucky she could find some of those little café mate things that didn’t need any sort of refrigeration to survive. Sort of reminded her of the Twinkies she kept pulling out of the bin. Seriously, how did college students have so many lying around in the place?

She managed to sort out eighteen pieces of food and of course she was slower in organizing the food when she got off tracked thinking about how she could make herself a fresh pot of coffee.

Next up she had to repackage the food, which was Harper’s least favorite part. The fact that she had to sit there and open each of the containers and separate them into small groups and repackage them made her hungrier than she really wanted to be. Plus there was a bit of irritation with the way the some of the wrappers tended to have a bit of a crinkling noise when you tried to open them. Of course it was even worse being in a smaller room with others and everyone opening up crinkling packaging. For some strange reason she ended up with more food than she had sorted, she looked around giving a shifty eye to a few of the others wondering who was the lazy one. She finished repackaging twenty pieces in eleven minutes, taking the key back she headed back to her room.