Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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"Now, remember, what did I tell you?" Jack asked the wee-tiny person who was sitting at the table, swinging her feet.

"Second Floor is the best floor!" Samantha declared, holding her glass of orange juice.

"And don't you forget it," Jack said, sliding a bowl of cereal in front of her and a plate of bacon, eggs, and sausage to the seat next to her for himself.

[Open like a common room! Mod foods/drinks, mun going to an Art Show for a few hours.]