Growing up without much, Morwenna had learned to save the best for last. It was a habit that gave her a bit of happiness, even when times were tough. Her ability to relish in the small pleasures of a hearty meal was evident as she sat contentedly after finishing her food.

The chatter from nearby tables grew louder, their curiosity piqued by Morwenna's hearty appetite.

Whispers of judgment floated over. "Who's this eating champion from out of town?"

"Has she not eaten in ages? Downing three mashed potatoes like they're going out of fashion. Isn't she worried about bursting?"

Dahlia's fork clattered onto her plate in disapproval.

Girls could be sensitive about such comments, and with Morwenna's modest background, it could have been a moment of deep embarrassment for her. Yet, Morwenna didn't bow her head in shame or pretend she hadn't heard.

rule on how much one can eat. Refills on the mashed

a tacit agreement with

what was

defend their choices in the face

wins in a

any waste, standing up to say to Morwenna, "All set? Let's head out.

Dahlia out of the

dorm, they heard sounds indicating the arrival

the door, a brusque voice announced, "My name's Lorna. I'll stay out of your way if you stay

mistaking the tomboyish new arrival for a

the window. Lorna casually picked one of the remaining beds. Each empty bed had a gift bag, a welcome gesture from Norbert. Lorna glanced

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