Sen knew from the moment Hoji dragged Sam into this, she would most likely be going to lunch. Sam would definitely agree with him on something like this, and between the two of them, she wouldn’t stand a chance. Still, she did not resign herself to the fate of skipping out on her work just yet.<br/><br/>As expected, Sam agreed and, after a brief, joking pouty face from Hoji in response to Sam’s jab at him, Sam looped her arm in Sen’s other arm and continued. She really couldn’t argue with the points they made. After all, they were valid points. If she kept working like this and not taking care of herself, she would probably end up sick. Still, she did not say anything until Sam explained how getting sick would mean missing class, even mentioning the chaos they would be thrown into without her.<br/><br/>She was certain that her friend was buttering her up a bit with the last comment, just as she was certain she could find a way to attend even if she were sick, assuming she was conscious, and it would not endanger those around her. Even so, she had no argument, so she simply dropped her head in resignation and nodded, “Alright, fine. You win. I’ll eat,” she agreed, already scheming how she could eat quickly and then go work. Hoji, apparently guessing as much, shook his head as they lead her to the cafeteria. “You’ll do more than eat. You’ll also spend some much needed, quality time with your best friends,” he explained, grinning at her.<br/><br/>Sen opened her mouth to rebut him, but thought better of it, instead sighing lightly. “Fine. But you’re staying late to help me finish the work I’m missing,” she replied with a deceptively sweet smile. “You’re such a slaver driver, madam president. You need to loosen up a bit,” he replied with a smile that told that he was at least mostly joking. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” she replied with the smallest hint of a smile as they entered the cafeteria and got their food. “I suppose you agree with him, Sam?”