Bahhhhsil, not Bayyysil. I would rather bahhh than bayyyy.
all you really need to be happy at a residential college is a kitchen and enough food. Exhibit A:
The exhausted and hungry student returns from her brutal 8:50 Latin class. Fainting, stumbling, she goes to her refrigerator and retrieves the necessary ingredients to whip up a beautiful threesome of sunnyside-up eggs, salted and lightly sprinkled with basil, all cooked atop a golden sheen of butter. She sits down with her orange juice, her eggs, her utensils stolen from the dining hall, and all is well and the world is good.
edt: how much do I love that astolat is now into supernatural? HOW MUCH? THIS MUCH *flails wildly, gesturing expansively with arms*
The exhausted and hungry student returns from her brutal 8:50 Latin class. Fainting, stumbling, she goes to her refrigerator and retrieves the necessary ingredients to whip up a beautiful threesome of sunnyside-up eggs, salted and lightly sprinkled with basil, all cooked atop a golden sheen of butter. She sits down with her orange juice, her eggs, her utensils stolen from the dining hall, and all is well and the world is good.
edt: how much do I love that astolat is now into supernatural? HOW MUCH? THIS MUCH *flails wildly, gesturing expansively with arms*