Oh, damn, speak of the devil. There they came, intent on making everything boring and institutional again. Trevelyan could teach them a thing or two about the value of chaos, that was for sure.

Still, he didn't wish to start off another day pumped full of drugs. He reluctantly returned to his seat. "Right. Just rather unfortunately seated at the conjunction of two neighboring food fights." He nodded and looked around. "Now where's my goddamn bacon?" he asked, although he knew for a fact that it was probably lurking somewhere in the neighborhood of Armand's hair.