Talking about food really hadn’t helped Harper’s ability to keep her stomach from growling and missing something that tasted more than just edible. Taking the key from a senior she made her way to where the food units were kept ignoring the growling of wanting to snack freely on any of it.

Picking a box she looked at what was mostly junk food, there were a few cans of things but most of it was simple items like Debbie cakes, Cinnabuns, and even the occasional Cheeto bag. Occasionally the familiar sight of red coat of an apple appeared giving her some delight that there was a little fresh food was still around. There were also a few boxes of cooking food, like rice and even the bags of Ramen that seemed to always be a stable for every college student in the world. A few carrots and potatoes were in the box as she picked them up and separated them from the non-perishable seemed very appetizing to take a bite out of. There were even a few onions and something that she was pretty sure was a beet by the purple coloring on the outside. It didn’t take her very long considering that it was mostly obvious what would last them a while versus what would probably rot in a week or two. After picking out twelve items, most of them being non-perishable due to the over abundance of them Harper had twelve different items sorted into two groups.

Next she started to open the crinkling bags of chips, the scent of oil and salty made her mouth water but she knew that the taste wasn’t the same as eating something home cooked. There was the curious notion if someone could make something out of beets, onions, and a few potatoes like some sort of soup or some sort of stirfry. No one had really cooked beets in her home it was the simple vegetables like spinach that you could just wash out of the bag or baked potatoes. Next were the little Debbie cakes but before she could start on those someone had called her over. There was some sort of argument over what something packaged in a bag was perishable or not. When she got back to her own piles someone had conveniently added a few more items to her own pile. She looked around but whoever was the culprit had already fled the scene of their crime leaving her to repackage it into something a little less noisy. The repackaging took her just a little bit longer mostly due to the additional chips that someone was more than happy to dump on her. Gathering them all up she turned them in where they were suppose to go and left. Hanging around food was making her hungry again, and part of her wished that she could have a hot grill cheese sandwich with some ketchup. Even some chocolate milk on the side would be great, or pizza, maybe some late night pizza too.