Parrish and OTA
A breakfast buffet was too much to resist. Parrish didn't cook, at least not any more than he had to. This time of year, there were so many gatherings and open invites he didn't have to worry about it much at all.
He piled up a plate, mostly meats, and a side of pancakes and french toast, before finding a seat. He nearly dropped the whole plate, but managed to save it, only one sausage link rolled onto the table.
"Sorry about that," he said to the person the link rolled toward.