Nora soon brought over a lavish spread of food—too lavish, really. She carried seven or eight large bags, clearly far more than enough for four people.
"That restaurant officially went out of business." Nora set the bags down and said, "Since the two of us ate there often and got along well with the head chef, he used the remaining ingredients to make us one last grand meal. I'd guess there's enough for about twelve people."
"Go call the students over," Victor said. "Before we moved, I saw plenty of students in the cafeteria who ate nothing but a single sandwich. They probably haven't had a proper feast in a long time."
Anna and Victor both started pulling out their phones. After thinking for a moment, Anna said, "Wouldn't it be a little inappropriate to call them over just for this? What do you think, Schiller?"
"Just tell them to come help clean up," Schiller said. "I'm afraid we really do need their help, and after they've helped us, it's perfectly normal to treat them to a meal. Whether they eat before or after isn't important."
So they began contacting their students. Several familiar faces showed up. Schiller had called Lex over as well, while Pamela was the last to arrive.
The moment she rushed in, she waved her hand for water. It was barely over fifty degrees, yet she had somehow worked herself into a sweat.
"What happened?" Schiller asked as he handed her the water.
"Don't even ask. The guard's dog wasn't leashed and charged into the hydroponics lab. It smashed several jars. Those plants couldn't survive for even an hour outside the nutrient solution, so I gathered them all up and put them in the same tank."
Pamela gulped down the water, let out a long breath,