Re: Matt/Chris -- Food Table -- 8:05 p.m.
Matthew could feel the blood run out of his face. His stomach dropped and he blinked as he attempted to regain control of his facial features. "A spa day? When was that?" He recalled the location of the tests, recalled the scent of lotion and freshly painted nails... Straightening his back, he tried again.
"Did everyone here go to it? I mean, it's nice that they offered it if a little extreme...I suppose if things are being strange everyone should be offered a free month's rent or to be able to move out."