Stuffing a bag full of clothing and essentials was easy, sneaking food from the kitchen, however, was not. Sure, it was something of a past time for the students to sneak late night snacks, but that was long after the kitchen staff left for the night. This would be during normal day hours. At least it was between meals so there wouldn’t be the hustle of getting food out on the tables.
Hanging out close to the doorway for the kitchen staff, Thomas waited. He hoped to see the head cook, or Cookie as she was known as, to leave for some errand or other. The odds were slim. She was known for controlling every aspect of the kitchens, it was unlikely she would leave while there was work to be done.
After waiting a few moments it seemed she wouldn’t show. Now or never, ducking past the wooden door to crouch beside a counter Thomas waited to hear where old Cookie was at. Peeking around the corner without being too obvious was a little more difficult as Thomas remembered. Granted there’s quite a difference between a twelve year-old sneaking around and a twenty-two year-old sneaking around. Size mostly, but he was missing a bit of balance and the bright blond hair probably didn’t help his attempt at stealth.
There along the back wall was Cookie, sleeves rolled up and elbow deep in dirty roots. Perfect, now it was just a matter of scooting over to the dry pantry and grabbing some lasting food stuff for his trip. Crouching lower Thomas prepared to start making his way over.
Ridged back, Thomas turns to see Annamora, Cookie’s second. Her rich brown skin and muddy red hair standing in stark contrast to the grey of the kitchen. She might have been three years older than him but it was hard to say. Standing there with her hands on her hips and that smirk on her lips, Thomas knew what was about to happen.
The kitchen had come to a standstill at her rather loud greeting, all eyes peered over to her and some even around the counter to him. Well no point in hiding now. Up he went, eye to eye with Anna, and then his manners returned.
“Wat’s ee doin’ n’ere?” Thomas resisted the urge to duck his head at Cookies screech. Though the flinch still slipped through. The director of the institute gave Cookie full freedom for punishments pertaining to the kitchen, and while they were never cruel, they were time consuming and mind numbingly boring. Thomas just did not have time to scrub grout or peel potatoes right now.
“Don’t worry Cookie, Director Hollens said Thomas would be by to pick up travel rations.”
“Then git et and git ‘im out.”
Anna nodded and nudge Thomas for him to start moving. One step after another they went to the panty where Anna pulled out what he’d need.
“Director Hollens really say that?” Seemed odd he’d spare the time to let the kitchens know he would be by when Thomas himself hadn’t known until fifteen minutes ago.
“No,” she pulled out a wedge of cheese. “But the staff just ate their lunch and I heard one of your teachers talking about how Councilman Alexstrasea talked to you and asked you to join him.” A couple of Apples were shoved at him and they were the greens ones, even better. “Doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.” Some bread, the cheese, apples and a few tins of something went into a leather bag and shoved at him.
“Good luck on your adventure genius,” And she shoved him, like the bag, out the kitchen staff door back into the hall way. Thomas always did like her, too bad she wasn’t his type. Slinging both bags over his neck and onto his shoulder he was off.
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