Amrita learns that there really is no such thing as a free lunch.

 Free food is the blessing and the bane of penniless grad students. Add to that the fact that I am Indian. In my first month at Stanford, my social life revolved completely around the availability of free food. I have masqueraded as a Management Science student for Mexican appetizers and posed as a harrowed Law student for two slices of pizza. An inch around your waist without an ounce off your wallet was my philosophy. In full parasitic glory, I made sure I fully squeezed out every bit of gratuitousness from my surroundings.

And then it was time for the universe to get even.