While stepping over the door’s threshold, Arthur could have sworn Tom stepped on the back of his heel on purpose, but he was without evidence.

The river of people immediately split with half moving to the right, snaking through a number of tables laden with piles of food while the other half moving to grab seats at the tables filling the rest of the cafeteria.

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Arthur felt both of Tom’s hands on the small of his back pushing him to the right, toward the food, and he happily obliged.

Grabbing a large white plate, Arthur pilled on something from each table until he ran out of space.

Exiting the food lines with his prize, Arthur began looking for open seats, but couldn’t find any completely free tables.