@lasty  
That class in French literature went to Gallus’ head.

lol serving the hearts warming eves leftovers.

Why is Twilight eating with the students, I wonder. Maybe she got kicked out of the teacher’s lounge due to her obsessiveness. Lol.

Gallus: Soup. It is like life, non? It begins hot, aromatic. Promising so much. Yet ultimately, it is but a tepid, murky pool of whatever uncaring Circumstance placed near the pot. And the more of it you eat, the faster the bowl empties. To make them last longer, you must treat both as a trudge. A chore. The bowl, and a life, will feel deeper when filled with gloom than filled with joy. Time can fly, or she can crawl. And I? I choose misery. I choose ennui, thereby choosing life. feh. Have I become what I have always despised? Am I now…an optimist? Can nothing escape fully from joy, and therefore mortality? sigh…
 
Twilight/Smolder: Mmm, soup!