33 Apocalypse Ave., Saturday Noon-ish
For whatever reason -- maybe it was the new kid who was boarding with him, or maybe he was just bored -- Jack made an actual breakfast this morning. Well, more or less. He scrambled a pile of eggs, and popped some waffles in the toaster.
And then, since he was being so domestic, he gave Jon a call. And then called back. And then, because he still wasn't doing the whole thing right,he called AGAIN. Stupid personal communication.
And then, since he was being so domestic, he gave Jon a call. And then called back. And then, because he still wasn't doing the whole thing right,he called AGAIN. Stupid personal communication.