2nd floor common room ; saturday afternoon

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Sam didn't really know what to think of the whole England thing. He'd never been out of Washington and in the last few years, he hadn't even really left Seattle. He probably should have been out exploring the new location but laziness was strong enough motivation to not go anywhere but one of the common room sofas.

He didn't expect to find anything on TV but it was on anyway and one of the eight thousand news programs was getting ignored for the very gourmet bowl of cereal Sam was eating. One class on cupcakes did not a chef make and if he messed up milk in a bowl then he really was hopeless.

There'd been a message from Brid on his phone when he'd woken up. It hadn't been anything monumental, nothing revelatory. She was just saying hi, telling him what her brothers were up to and promising to check in on Ramon and Frank. He hadn't called back. Sam was sure Brannoc had plenty of things to say to Brid about him so he was just gonna lay low for awhile.

Lay low until the next torturous Council meeting, at least. Sam pushed that thought away and glanced up at the TV. Lucky him, now there was an infomercial on. Quality TV right there.

[CR's an open place]