Third Floor Common Room; Friday Afternoon [11/27].

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Just because Troy had never actually celebrated Thanksgiving before did not mean he couldn't reap the benefit of everyone else (or at least the island on its own accord) celebrating it. Which meant going back and napping right after he'd finished up his radio broadcast since he didn't have a class to get to, spending a little bit of time adding a few more blankets to the room for effect, and then heading down to the common room to raid the fridge of the copious amount of leftovers that no one had apparently made but were there all the same.

And just because he hadn't celebrated Thanksgiving before didn't mean he couldn't still manage to make an epic leftover sandwich out of that food, either. How he managed to fit that much turkey and potatoes and stuffing and casserole in between two slices of bread was almost a little magical, though his ability to actually eat it without even making a huge mess of it as he settled on the couch to flip between channels in the hopes to find some good sports or action movies was even more impressive, really.

[[ open like a common room, yo ]]