Brooke stared at Rachel. She opened her mouth to say something dark and biting to tear the redhead down, but stopped herself.

Just barely.

"Cook my own...but I can go off campus to eat, right? I mean, I don't care how far away Asiate or Butter are, but cafeteria food..." Brooke paused, a lightbulb going off in her head. "How many students do we have living here, roughly?"