Room 402, Thursday night

[hurtingzeebo]

If anyone asked, Sam would say she was meditating.

Or, rather, she would say something like "I dunno, what's your face doing?" but she was telling herself that she'd say she was meditating.

This was what happened when one ate two delivery turkeys by onesself in one afternoon.

[ooc: expecting one, but the post is open for anyone else wanting

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[randomspanish]

Freddie, on the other hand, was a little anxious. So he stopped by and knocked on Sam's door.

"Come on, Sam, open up," he said.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Mneeeeeeeeeeeeh!" said Sam.

The door was unlocked.

[randomspanish]

Freddie then just opened the door.

"We really, really need to work on the ideas for that curmudgeony carrot skit," Freddie said, stepping in. "I don't think we're getting it right."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam cracked one eye open. "That sounds suspiciously like work."