Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[cantgetnorelief]

His Pyramid ball had finally been found and stashed away carefully in its proper place in his gym bag in the closet (and he had no idea how the hell it had ended up wedged between two branches of a tree, but he blamed the squirrel that had been running, jumping, climbing trees, and putting on makeup while it was up there). His coffee maker had

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[oatmanspatient]

Marty stumbled into the common room looking a little bleary-eyed. "Mmmm. Food. Anders? If you were shorter, a woman, had dyed red hair and went by Angela I'd be kissing you right now."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Aw, shucks." Anders snapped his fingers. "Though I'm sure your girlfriend is glad I'm not any of those things. Help yourself, dude."

[oatmanspatient]

Marty nodded but first grabbed a cup of coffee because a man has his priorities. "So where've you been lately? I haven't had a cupcake in weeks."

[cantgetnorelief]

Those are priorities with which Anders wholeheartedly agrees. "Well, I spent a week getting really absorbed in this comic series, and then another week getting absorbed by it." Apparently by now it was becoming a project to find the most creative ways to explain the whole thing. "Sadly there's no Jeff the God of Biscuits in line-art-ville."

[oatmanspatient]

Marty stopped in the middle of putting pancakes on his plate to give Anders a funny look. "Um. Weird. Last night Angela asked if I was going to be absorbed into an informercial because I got so caught up in it. From now on? I'm going to cut back on my TV watching."

[cantgetnorelief]

"I think as long as you don't actually say anything about being sucked in you should be okay," Anders said dubiously. "Although that's no guarantee."

[oatmanspatient]

Marty eyed the television as thought it might suck him in at any moment. "Knowing my luck I'll be sucked in and forced to participate in the studio audience watching Ron Popeil roast a leg of lamb."

[cantgetnorelief]

Reasonably (he felt), Anders pointed out, "Well, hey, maybe you'd luck out and get to eat some of it?"

[oatmanspatient]

"As a rule I don't eat anything by a cook who spray paints hair on his head," Marty said giving a quick look at Anders hair before taking a bite of his pancakes.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Hey, I'll have you know this is one hundred percent natural." Anders patted his own hair defensively and ended up getting a little batter in it.

[oatmanspatient]

"Just checking!" Marty said holding up his hands complacently. "And. Um. You got some batter in your hair now."

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders waved it off. "Eh. I'll shower afterward anyway. This is hard work.."