"Calvin, the whole reason we have scheduled mealtimes is so that our patients can eat!"

Keman marveled at how severe his short, plump nurse could look. She wasn't fooling anyone, of course, but it was an admirable effort. The dragon shrugged. "But I was talking. I forgot to eat." He'd long given up trying to insist that his name was Kemanorel, not Calvin Jacobs. It was just too much of a headache.

The nurse gave the napkin full of food that he had tried to smuggle out of the cafeteria a disapproving glance. "All right," she said heavily, and Keman rolled his eyes. Honestly. It was just food! "I'll let this go just this once. Now, I know you don't want to do Arts and Crafts, so just be a good boy and stay here in the Sun Room, all right?"

Thus free of his obnoxious watchdog, Keman found a couch and stretched out on it, grinning happily. It seemed like Valyn's hurts weren't going to be that lasting, and Max had taken the revelation of what he really was in stride. All in all, not a bad morning...even if he'd had better. He was still feeling a little drained from all the magic he had used last night, so maybe he'd be able to take a little nap.

After eating, of course.

The young dragon-turned-halfblood popped a strawberry into his mouth and closed his eyes. There really was quite a bit to be said about two-legger food. Especially the sweet things.

The intercom's jingle went off as the Head Doctor cleared his throat.

"I hope that all of you enjoyed that delicious meal! Mmm! It's now time for something a little more productive, though a little less filling, and that is... Arts and Crafts! As always, patients may lounge in the Sun Room and are allowed bathroom breaks if they request one of the overseeing nurses beforehand.

"As far as patients who will be attending different rooms this shift, if the nurses could escort Dr. Wilson's patients to him at the appropriate time? It would seem that Dr. House's patients were all canceled or rescheduled, mysteriously... Ah, and of course, we have even more new patients coming in this shift, if the nurses could also escort our new patients from Group 2 to the rest of our population...?

"I do believe that's all for now! Here's hoping for another pleasant day at the Institute."

The intercom clicked off.