[ If it was only four, Elizabeth would be passed out in her mom van waiting for her 6PM class. Luckily, that was in a little bit and she still had time to provide an errand. It made her feel useful and more adult, if that made sense. Coming from teaching high school during the day... the night gig was rough. People didn't respect you or people didn't care.

Elizabeth leans back, arms crossed as the sea of professors (who have purposefully stayed for dinner :////) flood around her. ]

Er — don't give me a God complex now! [ Her voice obviously telling her teasing nature. ] I give them food, yes, but watching them fight for it is a bit satisfying since I haven't heard one thank you, but...

[ She furrows her brows down. ]

There's enough. I set a few plates aside for my favorites too. You luckily made the list.