WHO: Anyone. :) WHERE: the Great Hall WHAT: Dinner, shenanigans, men with babies... the usual. WHEN: Evening, Tuesday (10/20)
Having dinner in the great hall was potentially a bad idea. Adam had a full list of reasons why it was a bad idea, written down on his desk back in his office.
The first reason was that it was loud. He could hear it all the way down the corridor. Unsurprising, there were a lot of people in there. Secondly, he was late, and it was rude to join dinners late. (Nevermind that he was late because there had been a diaper emergency, and only a parent could still want to eat after that.) The third, and possibly the most important reason, was that he'd had his fill of teenaged girls cooing at him. Well, not at him, but the little bundle of human currently occupied with gleefully pulling on his daddy's hair. Parenthood was awesome.
He pushed open the door to the Great Hall and sneaked as best he could into a seat, trying to assess whether he was getting himself into Deep Shit by choice of seat, since Merlin only knew what was going on with Certain People anymore. He greeted the person to his left (but not the empty chair to his right) and deftly served himself with his free hand while fending tiny grabby hands off of his face.