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Franko wasted no time in grabbing my attention, his arms flailing as if the fate of the world rested on the next few seconds.

"Des, you've got to help me! You have to! The snack selection in the cafeteria is at risk!"

The trio behind him shuffled closer, clearly eager to join the conversation.

Franko continued, his voice was desperate, almost pleading.

"They're trying to get rid of the chocolate croissants! The chocolate croissants!"

"Chocolate croissants?"

He nodded with a furrowed brow. 

"Yeah! They want to replace them with—ugh—healthy snacks. Can you imagine? No more croissants!" His face twisted with exaggerated disgust. "The horror, Des. The horror."

I stared at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow. It wasn't the most pressing issue in the world, but Franko was always a bit dramatic when it came to food.

Before I could respond, the trio behind him shifted forward, clearly eager to jump into the fray. The girl with the curly hair and glasses was the first to speak, looking far too serious for the situation at hand.

"Miss Hart," she said, her tone all business, "we're not just here to discuss chocolate croissants. The real issue is that they want to replace our beloved cheese puffs with kale chips. Kale chips!" 

She practically spat out the words as if they were the worst possible insult to mankind. "That's not just a snack change. It's a war on flavor!"

I blinked in surprise. Cheese puffs? Kale chips? I tried to keep a neutral expression, though a small smile tugged at my lips at the absurdity of it all. This wasn't exactly the kind of student council emergency I'd imagined dealing with.

The boy in the trio, a lanky guy with a somewhat irritated expression, added, "We've talked to the cafeteria committee, and they're serious about this. They want to take the good stuff away and replace it with healthy options. We can't let them do that, Miss Hart."

I looked between Franko and the trio, feeling my patience thinning with the ridiculousness of it all. 

"So, you're all upset about the cafeteria's healthy snack proposal because..."

"We're all in agreement here, Des," Franko interrupted, stepping closer with a determined look on his face. "We can't let them take anything from us. We have to stop the healthy snacks from taking over, but... I need those croissants. You understand, right?"

"I think the students deserve better than just croissants," the girl with glasses said sharply. "They need cheese puffs. A world without cheese puffs is a world I'm not willing to live in."

I rubbed my temples, trying to focus on the actual issue. It wasn't even about the snacks anymore, it was about all these teenagers acting like the fate of the world rested on processed food. I sighed inwardly and kept my smile polite. 

"Okay, I get it. No croissants, no cheese puffs. But what do you want me to do about it?"

Franko stepped forward, his usual brash confidence shining through. 

"We need you to talk to the cafeteria people, Des. You're the VP. You can stop this madness before it even starts. And please, don't let them take the croissants from me!"

"I'm telling you," the girl with glasses countered, "you can't give up cheese puffs for kale chips. That's just wrong."

I stared at them, trying to keep my cool while absorbing the absurdity of their demands. 

"So, let me get this straight. Franko wants to save the croissants. You guys want to save the cheese puffs. And you both want me to stop the healthy snacks altogether?"

The three of them nodded in unison, their expressions serious as if this were the most important mission of their lives.

I smiled at them, crossing my arms. 

 "I'll see what I can do. But I can't guarantee anything."

Franko grinned triumphantly, his face lighting up. 

"See? I knew you'd understand! You're the best, Des!"

The trio seemed less convinced, though their frustration was palpable. "Don't forget about the cheese puffs," the curly-haired girl reminded me sternly. "We're counting on you, Miss Hart."

"I won't forget," I said dryly, though I was already dreading the conversations ahead. This was the kind of student council business I never signed up for.

I glanced at my watch. Great. More time spent dealing with snack-based politics than actual school work. 

But at least Franko and the trio had one thing in common, they both wanted to protect the snacks they loved. Maybe they could bond over their shared taste in junk food after all...

Then they started arguing which ones better.

Maybe not.

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