Somewhere in that same hall, Princess took me to a room. It was like a mini kitchen, with three chairs and a center table. This must be where the Trios eat their lunch. No wonder they never come to the cafeteria with everyone else. They have their own private world back here.
The lunch lady was already there waiting. She quickly prepared a big bowl of mozzarella pasta, the steam rising up in curls, and when she was finished, she left the room without a word.
I was halfway through my food when I noticed Princess sitting across from me. She was just sitting there, tapping her fingers on the table and staring at me with those intense eyes. I paused with my fork halfway to my mouth and looked back at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, trying to sound annoyed instead of nervous.
"I just don't understand why you forgot what you wanted to talk about. It's strange," she said, her voice flat.
