Pokemon Tabletop United

Ylva's shoulders relax an iota once the ceremony's over. Tucking her new trainer's license into a uniform pocket, she fixes her eyes on the food. While the speech didn't really rival some of the marathon presentations she's had to stand through back up north, there's a pressing matter she has to attend to.

While the rest of her fellow graduates crowd Coralei or the eastern buffet table Ylva quickly steps to the one on the west, grabbing a plate and loading up on everything the spread has to offer. Turns out military supply trains don't have much in the way of a dining car. With the journey taking all night she hadn't eaten since before yesterday's training...

"Excuse me? Ms... Vitstal? I'm from the Regisalam Daily, and I'm sure our readers would love a chance to get to kno-"

The photographer promptly cuts off as Ylva turns to glare at him, all the while still shoveling food onto her plate. He beats a hasty retreat to his former vantage point before she has the chance to politely point out she's busy.

With him out of the way, Ylva quickly glances through her pile of gathered food before wolfing down a particularly tempting piece of pie. Oran? Delicious.

There's a burst of music from the other side of the room, and Ylva shifts to catch the end of Nando's performance. She keeps eating while Coralei bursts into polite applause - they don't serve food this good back in the barracks, and she isn't about to put down her plate for the musician's mildly amusing antics. Ylva's about to stab into another chunk of pie when she notices Ivy and Theo chatting nearby. The planned chunk quickly becomes a small bite, and she settles for listening in on their conversation.