Josh was in his office with coffee and the finest muffins and bagels, currently yelling at the weekend New York Times crossword puzzle.

He would be happy to talk to guests, or feed fleeing students some tasty, tasty carbs.

Mmm. Muffins.

Josh and Sam were in Josh's office, doing Terribly Important Things.

Namely, eating chips and watching college football.

It was like holding office hours, but way more fun.

The door was open.

Josh could totally be an adult.

Really.

Which was he wasn't trying to balance a pencil on his nose, and was doing the New York Times crossword puzzle instead.

It would be completely filled in by the end of the day come hell, high water, or just sticking in random letters.