The Deck - Sunday Morning

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A bleary-eyed Edmund made his way from his room on the fourth floor to the deck in front of the dorms early in the morning. He was considering a hike, but coffee instead seemed like a better idea for the moment. Normally he was a tea man, but coffee had somehow become his Fandom morning drink, terrible habit that it was.

So coffee it was, and a view of the lawn and town sprawling out in front of him. There were worse ways to spend a Sunday morning.

[OOC: Open decks are open. Open ducks, which I first typed, are messy.]