Having been on the dance committee, Mayhem was obligated to attend the welcome dance early. She appeared as such
. Never again would she be seen in a skirt, but it was 'a special occasion', so she'd let herself slip. A little glass of mango-peach smoothie in her hand, she looked over the course she had set out.
"Hey Mayhem!" A chipper voice squealed. It was that one attendant girl from day one, whose name was Denise. Denise looked over the entrees, and a confuzzled look crossed her face, "... this isn't food."
"What do you mean!? Fruit is a food, isn't it???" Mayhem asked. Denise replied,
"I suppose ... but it isn't even cooked. Just cut up. And I dont know what half of them are. The other half of th courses aren't even 'American', are they?"
"No, it's my ambition to eat as many exotic foods as possible - the school is paying for all my outlandish whims. Oh!!! And I have a surprise for Darth and Zel!" Mayhem skittered off, excited. For the rest of the day she would be seen with some form of food in her hands at all times.