Who: Evan and Cam What: Eating. Where: Evan's dorm. When: Right after their AIM conversation. Why: Because Evan only has saltines and saltines are shit, quoth the Cam. Rating: R. For language. Status: Incomplete. And knowing us, it probably won't ever be completed.
Cameron had known Echo was leaving to explore the depths of Everett's apartment, and since they lived together, he was obviously more lenient when she left to go somewhere. They lived where all the action was, so roadtrips from Lake Placid to Providence were nonexistant and unneccessary. That meant that as long as Echo wasn't playing with fire or attempting to cook at home, he was content to let her roam free. And it also meant that he was out and about more than he usually was. It was nice to own a home again--to have something solid to go back to at night.
After stopping at every fast food place on the way to Anathema, he finally parked his more modest car in the parking lot and easily carried what looked like a week's worth of food up the steps and to Evan's dormroom. He beat a steady rhythm against the wood until the door swung open and he lifted both arms to offer an obvious array of choices in terms of food. Not to mention beverages. When Cam went all out--he went all out. "Am I invited in or are we going to eat in the hall?"