Orianna looked impassively at her colleagues, as if she were staring at a malfunctioning vending machine.
"Opinion, Alandia, your own opinion," she said wearily, "not your judgment of... this person."
Alandia thought for a moment and said, "I despise his nature, but I acknowledge his character and ability. He is someone with whom I can work."
"Oh, poor Gongsun Ce, he received a stunningly good appraisal under the worst circumstances."
Orianna muttered, rose, and continued with her housework.
The second floor quieted down, save for the occasional collision between the mop and cabinet. Having finished the last page of her novel, Alandia closed the book and said, "Orianna, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"In what circumstances would a person want to eat the same food as another?"
"Uh... maybe he's just greedy?"
"I think he doesn't like it."
