Room 423, Tuesday Night

[wasntcompliment]

The hot plate was ready to go, the meager supply of vegetables she'd harvested earlier were chopped, and the windows were open so the cooking smells didn't drift down the hallway. All that was left was for Hoshi to slip into something more comfortable -- and revealing -- before Hurley arrived with the rest of the food.

[For one, and strong possibilities of going NWS.]