Second Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

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Bowl of cereal in hand, Andrew flopped down on a couch and turned on the television. He flipped through the channels, finally landing on an episode of Dirty Jobs.

"Oh, Mike," Andrew said aloud, "I do so appreciate you reassuring me that life isn't that bad." He could always be working in a waste water treatment plant.

He sighed and tugged on his shorts. Going commando wasn't nearly as comfortable as he thought it would be.

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Andrew rather thought he liked it better when Adah didn't talk. "Foamy bile is bad," he stated, setting down the rest of his cereal and then crossing his arms protectively over his stomach. "You know, they make little portable UV lights that you can use to kill of bacteria in your water. Maybe I'll buy one of those."

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If Adah would have known that Andrew thought that, she would have been delighted. Even without knowing it, though, she was still fairly amused and, as her coffee finished, she smirked as she held up the pot, quirked her head, swishing the contents, quite possibly filled with all sorts of bacteria from improper cleaning, or perhaps bad water, mold from not being used for three weeks while they were in the cabins...wondering if he'd like any.

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"Oh, no thank you," he said. "I have a sensitive stomach. Don't want to be running to the bathroom every ten minutes because I decided to caffeinate myself."