The Hi Skool cafeteria was even noisier and busier than the usual. Almost all the tables were already occupied, even if the bell that marked the start of the lunch break had rung less than fifteen minutes earlier. Outside was raining once again, and hard, so even the students who had taken up the habit of eating their lunch in the yard, to enjoy the warmer spring weather, that day had chosen to stay inside.
Dib bit back a sigh as he patiently waited for his turn to get the food. Thankfully, the teacher had let his class out a few minutes before the real end of the lesson or they would have never found a spot where to sit. And, luckily, Zim would have once again been eating whatever GIR had prepared for him, so the Irken had been invested with the task of finding them a more or less secluded table, while the teen grabbed his own lunch. None of them had said it out aloud, but they had implicitly agreed that theirs was the best “team strategy”, assuming that such thing could e