He heads to lunch... Only to find the students trying to catch their own on the way.

Byleth left the infirmary, and decided to walk around outside for a bit before lunch. Once the sun was at a point in the sky where he determined it was time to head back, he headed towards the main building again. He almost did a double take as he noticed something odd at the pond.

All of his students, minus Shez and Linhardt, the second of whom was still at the infirmary, plus most of the students of the other two Houses, were at the pond, fishing rods in hand, and trying to catch some fish. Outside of normal sanctioned fishing hours for weekdays no less, yet, oddly enough, the Knights nearby seemed to be looking the other way. Byleth blinked as he approached. "Erm... While I'm normally all for being self sufficient, is there a reason you're not going to the mess hall to eat?" he asked, looking around.

Most of the students looked towards him incredulously, as if he was the one doing something odd. "Seriously Professor? The mess hall? Are you out of your damn mind!?" Sylvain asked.

"Chop the Professor some slack, Sylvain," Petra told the Blue Lion student. "He was not being here during the first few weeks of term... Uh, I mean he has not been here for the first part of term!"

"...oh, right, so I guess he wouldn't have context," Sylvain said sheepishly.

"...yes, some context would be nice," Byleth noted.

"It's Flayn's turn in the kitchens today," Hubert sighed. "Why they let that girl anywhere near a stove after the first time is beyond my ability to grasp."

'Okay, so bad chef,' Sothis giggled in Byleth's head.

"...is it really that bad?" Byleth asked skeptically. As if the universe itself was answering that question, Shez approached, absolutely green in the face. And she was a mercenary, the kind of profession where picky eaters didn't last long.

"...I should have listened..." she groaned.

"Yeah, we tried to warn you," Dorothea agreed, patting Shez on the shoulder, before the purplette ran for some nearby bushes and proceeded to lose whatever lunch she had made the mistake of forcing down.

Byleth sweat dropped as Sothis remarked in his mind, 'Ask question, and the world will provide an answer!'

Byleth considered the situation before him. Technically, as the Professor, he should be breaking this little stunt up. But given the circumstances...