WHO: Zinda and Terry WHAT: Hangover cure in the form of a greasy breakfast. WHEN: The morning after Terry's first drinking binge. WHERE: Zinda's apartment. RATING: PG-13 maybe? Depends on the language.
Zinda had been witness to countless victory parties, and the agony of defeat that the following morning brought to many of her comrades (and herself, many times). She'd found that the best way to treat a hangover was a big, greasy food (although rations often got in the way of that cure in her day). And so, she had a Southern breafast feast prepared for young Terry- biscuits with gravy, bacon, sausage, eggs, and all the other traditional fixings* one would expect to find.
Aside from a few slices of fruit, added as an afterthought, and some freshly squeezed orange juice, there wasn't really anything that could be considered remotely healthy here. When Terry arrived, he'd have a cup of coffee poured and waiting for him, as well as a breakfast that he'd hopefully be able to stomach in his current state.
And of course, he'd have someone ready to listen to him, too, should he want to talk about what led him to his night of drunken revelry in the first place.
[*OOC: Player is Canadian and working off Wikipedia entries on Southern cuisine, Food Network and media stereotypes here- apologies to any actual Southerners for exaggerations!]