Breakfast. again.

Liv was sitting at the Gryffindor table. Their pudding had more of an orange tinge to it. Palatable.

Amanda walked in humming, swinging her arms at her sides. She sat down at the Hufflepuff table, beginning to devour a bowl of cereal.

Rachel walked over to Amanda, and sat down next to her.

"The whole point of the House tables have been destroyed." she concluded.

[damn right they have]

(Oh yeah.)

Amanda sighed, and nodded at Rachel. "Sadly, all correct house barriers are destroyed also."

Serenity went over and sat down at the Ravenclaw table, munching on a bagel. She found the bagels at Ravenclaw Table made her slightly smarter than the ones at other tables.

A thought hit Amanda's head. Stop complaining. Think about the positives. "But at least the food isn't house based anymore. Like the 'moldy' Slytherin toast."

"Mmm, I always thought that Ravenclaws got the best food. They supplied a lot of seafood-you know, brain food! And, I've always loved seafood the best."

Amanda smiled softly. "I always thought the Hufflepuff food was more like, 'Momma's home made, warm cooking.'

Rachel eyed the Gryffindor table. "What kind of food do you think that the Gryffindors have?"

"Warm and boastful feeling?"

Serenity kept nomming munching on the bagel.

Olivia finished her pudding. It didn't have the same flavor as her beloved orange variety, but it was alright. She proceeded to stare at a rather ambiguously-gendered third year sitting at the same section of the table with the goal of making him feel uncomfortable.

"How does food taste boastful though?"

"Hmm.. I'm not sure!"

"...I'll ask Olivia." Rachel then snapped her fingers, and wolf-whistled. "HEY! Olivia! What does the Gryffindor food taste like?!" she asked.

"It's the bomb!" she yelled back, giving two thumbs-up.

"But does it taste boastful?!" she said. She was then leaning out so far off the bench, that she fell off, and hit her had.

"Ouch!" she said, rubbing her head and quickly sitting back down on the bench, to try to maintain some composure. "But seriously, does it?"

"Ouch! Rachel are you okay?" Amanda began to immediately reach at her back pocket for her wand. "Need the healing spell at all?"

"... Yeah, as a matter of fact, it does!"

"Okay, so what does boastful taste like then? And no, it's fine. Just a little bump."

Amanda laughed. "I was joking about it tasting boastful! Who knew it really was?"

"It's like it's saying, 'Hey, you, my food is AWESOME! Don't you question it!' You know?"

"So, the food taste like it's taunting everything you tastebuds ever knew before it?"