"Yo, right? I still want my beer," Scotty laughed as he stepped into the room. He was a little surprised to find the setup on the floor, though he wasn't sure what he should have been expecting. It wasn't like she'd brought a massage table. That would have been a weird thing to request. "Hopefully it's still hot," he said, going back to the original topic of eggs. "Seems like everyone over there is doing pretty good? People were figuring out who got to use the VCR first, I think. Shit like that. I got stuck in a breakfast rush. So, you know. Just like the common room."
He took a seat on the floor, not laying out yet so she'd have time to eat. "What all did you get?" he wondered. "My beer ain't here yet, so all I got so far was a book on edible plants? Which, I mean, it's cool, but there was a whole stack of them, so I probably should have gotten something else. I'll share it with Dylan, we're both fucking plant nerds." He shrugged, trying not to seem too disappointed.