Lucky rarely had fresh fruit or vegetables. Not out of choice. Fresh food cost more, cost money she never remembered having. Rarely, she swiped fresh food from the infrequent farmer’s markets in the cities she cycled between.
In the food court, she found fresh food. She held the apple as if a precious gem sat in her palm. “ I’m surprised A.R.G.U.S. decided we were worthy of fresh fruit. ”
“You would think being on our own island would warrant an orchard or a few fruit trees around here. I mean, its not like we don’t have plenty of space.” Frank said, walking up to the girl. He wanted something better to eat than what the party was offering which is how he found himself in the food court. He had planned to just grab a soda to cut through the alcohol he’d consumed and didn’t expect anyone else to be in here. “How’re you liking the party?”
Lucky hadn't even been to an orchard. "I don't care about orchards. As long as they aren't making me eat garbage made to look like food." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not going. The entire thing is dumb. Some of us feel less than vaguely wanted here and some stupid party won't change that. Or make us want to be here."
