SHLUMP

is the sound Eden thought most resembled her life right now. She didn't rush to her house table, but she didn't walk slooooowly either. She picked a random chair, she didn't care where, even, and flopped into it. Schlump. It wasn't a real word. It was a combination of slump and schlum, which wasn't a word either, but Eden thought the word meant a higher of SLUMP. So SCHLUMP worked in her brain, at least.

Food? Feast? She was feeling so down that she just stared at the staff table, not registering a face or two that was new, and seem engrossed in her own thoughts.

WHAT WAS THE MEANING OF LIIIIIIFE RIGHT NOW? HOW COULD SHE GO ON?

The dramatics were strong tonight with Eden McGee.

BUT HOW COULD HER LONELY(ahem, questionable) HEART GO ON WITHOUT PHOENIX TOROS?