<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Lottie Anderson, Cliff Harris and the banana trial...</em></span></span><br/><br/>"Prevent me from overeating? A banana. Mhm..." She glanced at him suspiciously but hey, it's Lottie we're talking about here... "So, this is never edible," she said and pointed at some sort of a stew in the food display table between them and a grumpy looking cafeteria worker who rolled her eyes at the way Lottie was handling the fruit. She held one end and slid her middle finger idly up and down the length of it, seemingly without even noticing how sexual that little movement was. That's what you get from having a career in porn. Some things simply become a habit. "This is okay on Mondays but... yeah..." she nodded at a large heap of sorry looking salad and moved on. "This is usually okay," she said and pointed at some shady looking meatballs. She quickly pealed the banana and tapped the end of it to her lips when she glanced over at the next pile of food. It was toast, and it was perfectly safe.<br/><br/>"This I'm having," she said and piled some on her plate. Then she picked her tray up, balanced it perfectly in one hand and dipped the banana in her mouth as she walked off towards a table where some of the others from the ward were sitting. She wrapped her lips around the sweet fruit as she bit down and gave a little sound of pleasure as she chewed and swallowed. "I don't know if it works the way you say, but it's a good start of a meal anyway."<br/><br/>She wasn't sure just what sort of a guy this intern was, but he was cute and she thought he must need some cheering up after killing a guy on his first shift. Well, all right so maybe he didn't kill him exactly, but close enough. He seemed a little odd though, giving her a lesson in dietary matters after spending only a few minutes listening to her ramble on. He wasn't the strangest fellow she'd helped 'cheer up'. That was for sure...<br/>