Callie quickly pulls her boots on and jumps up, ready to go. "Hugo must be a child. I have pretty small feet. I can't imagine a man having feet as small as mine. At least Hugo [i]sounds[/] like a boy. Right?" She follows Monroe out the door, Hugo forgotten with the mention of coffee. "Coffee and cinnamon rolls. The big ones with the thick frosting. Those go pretty quick."
Leading the way to the mess hall, she shook her head.
"I don't know how you can eat, right now."
A sudden thought crossed her mind.
"Do you think I should stop by the armory for my sword? It is, technically part of the dress uniform. But I'm not supposed to wear it while I'm on base..."
"You put those cinnamon rolls in front of me, I don't care what's going on. I'm eating them. Follow that up with a big cup of coffee with extra cream and sugar.... mmm, heaven."
Callie didn't have a sword or know how to really use one, so she had no answer to give. "Well, I guess if you were supposed to have it, they would have said something. I can't imagine we'll need any weapons for today."
She wrinkled her nose a little about the cinnamon roll.
"I suppose they would have said something, if they wanted me to bring it."
After an uneventful walk, they eventually arrived at the mess hall, where Monroe got herself a cup of coffee and sat down.
Callie arrives with a plate stacked with cinnamon rolls and pancakes. Her coffee looked more cream than coffee. While she usually ate a lot of sweets, she ate even more when she was nervous. The whole mess was quickly devoured.