After hearing another proposal of taking another person under my wing, I decided to not give a definite answer at the moment. But after 30 minutes or so, we still found ourselves in their large mess hall that definitely followed a set of strict rules to either make everyone work extra hard or just straight-up know who was fucking in charge.
Our group was seated on an extra table provided for us—which was right next to the Baron's table—and the first thing I noticed was that not everyone was eating the same meal.
The high-ranking officers had something more than decent but the ones further down, especially the cadets' meals had something that barely fulfilled one's caloric and nutritional intake.
With that said, our group had a generous serving of rice, a slice of what appeared to be beef in crispy breading, some nice hot soup, mixed vegetables, coffee, and a small piece of dessert to keep everything rounded.