Zarya listened as the woman listed off what they would be allowed for each meal. She wondered if, perhaps, they would have this posted somewhere, as she highly doubted that the majority of students would be able to remember something like that. She had already committed it to memory, as remembering things like this was nothing for her. After all, there was a pattern to it, with very little differences between each meal, which made it even simpler to remember. Not everyone's mind worked the same way hers did, though. Some may not notice the pattern and others may still struggle to retain the block of information until they were able to connect it to something concrete and put it into practice a time or two. That was just how most people were. She hoped that this had been taken into consideration. Considering how incredibly.... structured, if you will, this place was, she would be very surprised if they overlooked something simple like this.<br/><br/>She guessed that some structure wasn't bad, but she hoped that this place wasn't as suffocatingly controlled as it seemed to be. She already had one overbearing, controlling parent, she didn't need another. The idea of being treated like a child and micromanaged irritated her, and the thought that this may be like that nudged at her in her mind, but she ignored it, opting to wait and see. It was possible that it simply seemed like it may be that way because of how structured everything was. Perhaps once things got rolling and they actually began to live their lives and learn things, it wouldn't actually be so bad. She hoped that would be the case.<br/><br/>She glanced to the boy from before as he spoke up again, asking if they had to eat pizza. She was somewhat indifferent on this subject, so she didn't focus too much on the answer, instead she glanced around the room at each of the students before looking back to the headmistress. She neither loved, nor hated pizza. She hadn't eaten it often as a child, nor did she eat it often now. The taste was fine, but it wasn't her favorite thing. Thus, she was largely indifferent. She didn't mind eating it if there was no other choice, but if given the choice, she might choose something else. If anything, she'd be annoyed at being told what to eat and given no other option, although, she would also be grateful to be given food, so she wouldn't want to seem ungrateful. Regardless, until the headmistress answered the question, she would reserve her judgment.