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That guy was loud in addition to being confusing. Kind of abrasive too. Lucas wasn't one hundred percent sure what to make of him, but at the time being he was advocating dinner and that made him an okay guy.

Nope, she really was upset. Crap. Lucas nodded, starting in the gestured direction - not that he had forgotten how to get the cafeteria, of course - and falling into line slightly behind Claire. He really was stupid, wasn't he? He'd need to apologize somehow...

The only snapping that could happen to Claire at the moment was possibly the snapping of her sanity. Thankfully, though, it remained in tact for the time being, so she walked with the pair to the cafeteria. "It's not too bad," she replied, the smell of food making her stomach grumble but she had absolutely no desire to eat anything at the moment. "It gets busy around mealtimes, but other than that not really. If the kitchen is empty or it's late you can go in and make stuff yourself, it's big enough." Like when she made cookies and manicotti for Lucas. Speaking of... She turned to regard the concussed man and his Chimecho. "What do you want to eat, Lucas?"

There was no queue out of the door, so maybe it wasn't dinnertime right now? On the plus side that meant that they could cook what they wanted (he guessed that most ingredients were communal?), but that did mean that food would not be instant, and that he would probably have to do some clearing up. "I guess we're cooking then?" Aulus speculated as they approached the doors. "That sounds like... an adventure. I've got to warn you I'm not exactly a culinary king; I can do basic stuff but noting more fancy than a curry or a chilli."

Maybe one of the others was better at cooking... Make that maybe Claire was; right now all Lucas seemed capable of doing was walking in a vaguely straight line towards the smell of food. Well, he had no intention of going out of his way for the man; Lucas might have forgotten the spine breaking comment but he hadn't. If Claire wanted to cook something together, fine, they could do a bit extra for her daft semi-sibling, but if all the cooking was down to him then he was damn well cooking for him... Maybe with some extra for Claire, and maybe he'd find some leftovers from somewhere for Lucas. That last one was a very big maybe though. Psycho.

Go sit in the corner, Lucas, you're too useless to help with this. Some part of him knew that it was childish of him, but he was offended. So maybe it was a bad idea to handle knives or something, but he could at least boil water or stir things or... something. But Claire was unhappy with him, and he was vaguely aware that arguing would only make her more unhappy. So, with a quiet sigh of both frustration and resignation, he proceeded to the indicated booth and took a seat, immediately folding his arms on the table and resting his head on them. His eyes almost instantly - if not completely unintentionally - unfocused, and he stared forward with a serene, disaffected gaze.

As she watched Lucas resign himself to sitting at the booth she couldn't help but sigh in frustration was well, running a hand through her hair as she followed Aulus into the kitchen. Lucas was perfectly capable of cooking when in his right mind, she knew, but right now... It was really just preferable for him to be sitting at a table instead of in a kitchen full of potentially dangerous objects. She didn't need him passing out onto a hot stove or falling onto a knife or something.

"There should be jars of sauce in the pantry with the boxes of spaghetti, and parmesan cheese in the fridge," she said idly, though she was already in the pantry getting said sauce and noodles, so she completely missed his tensed reaction to thoughts of his ex. Thankfully that was one topic not on her mind, because if it was it might very well have exploded.

"Right," Aulus responded tightly, "pantry. I'll get stuff, you start the water." Stupid bloody Vivian was not going to spoil his supper. Scowling and rubbing the scar on his face, Aulus headed off in search of ingredients. On arrival, unsurprisingly, he discovered that most things were in industrial quantities. In one massive fridge he managed to locate a large jar of sauce that was half empty, along with a partial block of what (after a sniff) he identified as parmesan. Nice. He supposed there would be a revolt if decent enough food wasn't available though; it would be cheaper for TR to keep cuisine just above 'basic' levels than to quell food related unrest. After locating a large bag of spaghetti, Aulus turned and headed back to join Claire feeling very slightly less furious than he had a moment ago.

"Here," Aulus said as he stepped back into the kitchen proper. "Cheese, sauce, and spaghetti. There's quite a variety of stuff in there, I hate to say it but I'm pleasantly surprised." A good meal made most things in life easier to bear. Stupid evil ex girlfriends. Stupid new roomates who you'd already managed to alienate. Stupid stupidness. Food would make him feel much better, or at least it had better make him feel better or... Or something. Maybe he'd floor one of his roomates again, because that had been so constructive earlier on.

Mm, manicotti. Lucas didn't really know what they were talking about, but he recognized that as a good word. Had either of the other Rockets noticed him, they would have found his eyes closed, his expression signifying that he was teetering on slumber if not already asleep.