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Inside the cafeteria, the air was thick with the scent of freshly cooked meals—roasted meats, steaming soups, buttery bread, and an assortment of sweets lined up on the buffet tables. The students wasted no time diving in, grabbing trays and piling on as much food as possible.

Dylan, true to his word, stacked his plate with an ungodly amount of food, his grin wide as he admired his feast. "This… this is what victory tastes like," he declared dramatically before shoving a massive bite of steak into his mouth.

"Victory?" Charlotte scoffed, gracefully picking at her food. "You mean gluttony?"

"Same thing," Dylan said through a mouthful, completely unbothered.