Ce'na picked at her soup, wrinkling her nose in displeasure. Most of the food in High Reaches' dining hall was tasty enough, but this had way too many onions. Ugh. Why? A nice warm soup had sounded perfect, in this weyr that never fully warmed, even in summer. But not this soup, which was basically a spoonful of liquid onion.
"I don't suppose you like onion, do you?" Ce'na asked Shr'k, the wingmate sitting next to her. Maybe she could convince him to do a food swap? Or at least pawn the soup off on him so she didn't have to feel too badly going up for something else.
Ce'na didn't know Shr'k especially well. He mostly kept to himself. But she knew he could be funny. And they were wingmates. Wingmates were supposed to help each other out sometimes, right?