Holy--! Flying sausage! Trevelyan ducked as the aerodynamic food item went sailing past his head. Scowling, he picked up a piece of bacon and bit off the end of it, much like how one would arm a grenade, then threw it at Armand.

Funny, but this was definitely helping his mood. He just hoped that there wouldn't be any nurses coming to spoil the fun. Maybe this would give him the motivation to actually go out and do something this evening...