3rd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders had gone to J,GOB's for breakfast and ordered one (1) donut.

The beleaguered young man behind the counter took the order, handed Anders his chocolate frosted -- and followed it with a box of assorted pastries so large it was awkward to handle.

"I didn't order this," Anders said, opening the box to poke at the contents. Not that he was opposed to free food, exactly, but it seemed unsporting to take it without some protest.

"I know," the clerk explained. "But the pizza and Chinese places keep giving away extra food, so my boss says we have to do the same to compete. Tell your friends."

"All ... right?" Anders said, and took the box back to the dorms before the baker could come to his senses. He started a pot of coffee in the common room kitchen, and, by way of a general announcement, shouted into the halls, "THEY GAVE ME FREE DONUTS IF ANYONE WANTS THEM."

That definitely counted as his good deed for the day, so he plopped down in front of the television, not paying much attention to what was on it, and began trying to make his way through as much of the box as he could manage. He didn't want them to go stale.

[OOC: open like a common room with food in it, yep!]

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[seeks_truth]

"Must you make so much noise?"

There was free food, cranky Cassandra.

She marched into the common room squinting at Anders, irritably.

[not_every_mage]

"Not really, but if I'd been quieter we wouldn't be having this time together," Anders informed her cheerfully. (There was free food, Cassandra. It was going to take more than your irritability to bring Anders down.)

[seeks_truth]

"Ugh," Cassandra said succinctly. The food did draw her gaze now, however. "What is it?"

[not_every_mage]

"Some donuts, some muffins, a few little cakes I don't know the names for," Anders explained, gesturing to each in turn. "The boy at the shop told me his boss had decided to give things away. I wasn't about to argue."

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra picked up a donut and eyed it. "I find this suspicious," she said. "You take poisons class as well. Have you examined these?"

[not_every_mage]

Anders looked at her, surprised. "No one's trying to poison us, Cassandra."

That was a no.

[seeks_truth]

"That you know of," Cassandra noted.

[tigerundercover]

Raven was still at least a little bit in vacation mode (that was what happened when you had one class back and then two days off again), but if anything was going to get a teenager out of bed before noon when she didn't have to be up, it was free donuts.

"What'd you get free donuts for?" she asked as she came into the common room. "We're you the 1 millionth customer?"

[not_every_mage]

"The clerk said the pizza and Chinese places were always giving food away, so they'd decided the bakery should too," Anders explained. "I'm not sure I follow the logic, but I didn't complain. They're good."

[tigerundercover]

"How do businesses around here even stay open?" Raven asked, even as she quite happily grabbed one of the free donuts -- boston creme, if she wasn't mistaken, her favorite. "It's got to be magic, right?"

[not_every_mage]

"Maybe," Anders said, tilting his head to the side. "Or the owners don't care about money. The sign does say God of Biscuits. Maybe it's literal."

[tigerundercover]

". . . Huh," Raven said. "I never thought of it like that." She pretty much always assumed that any references to gods were pretty purely metaphorical. Fellow students claiming to be gods included.

[not_every_mage]

"Neither did I before just now," Anders told her. "But after everything else we've seen, an actual god running a bakery wouldn't be that strange."

Not that he thought Jeff was a proper god the way the Maker was. But some kind of being who honestly called itself a god? He could believe it.

[seveninchmotto]

"I heard something about donuts."

Look, there had been hollering about donuts. Isabelle was under no obligation to actually use a proper greeting when she came in to the common room.

[not_every_mage]

"Where did you get that idea?" Anders teased, though the way he held up a pink-frosted one might serve as a subtle hint she wasn't wrong. "Hi."

[seveninchmotto]

"I just told you, I heard it," Isabelle retorted smoothly, waltzing further into the room. "Because I'm very observant. Ooh, pink."

[not_every_mage]

"And I'm very loud," Anders added, gesturing to the pastries for Isabelle to inspect therm. "They gave me a little of everything. Apparently they were the only shop in town not giving students ridiculous amounts of food and they wanted to change that."

Fandom ways were mysterious, but Anders wasn't one to complain when they benefited him.

[seveninchmotto]

And Isabelle never complained about food. Unlike her family. "That sounds like an exceptionally wise policy," she decided, picking up a donut with sprinkles. "Perhaps not the greatest for business, but, what do I really know about that?"

Business lessons were not a big part of the Shadowhunter curriculum.

[not_every_mage]

"I'm not an expert either, but I always thought the point was to make money," Anders offered. "Maybe whoever owns it doesn't care about money. Either way, it's good for us."

[voiceoverdue]

"Doughnuts?" Hey, Cecil had really good hearing when it came to non-deadly wheat and wheat byproducts.

[not_every_mage]

"Doughnuts," Anders agreed solemnly. "Take one. Or five."

[voiceoverdue]

"Oo, thank you!" Cecil came in and peered into the box. "What flavors are they?"

[not_every_mage]

"Er, there are chocolate, jelly, cream-filled, something pink that doesn't really taste like anything ..." Anders leaned over to inspect the box. "And there are still some muffins and a few other things, too. They gave me an assortment."

[voiceoverdue]

"Do you think Foucault would like the pink one? Pink things help him keep his color." He took a cream-filled one for himself.

[not_every_mage]

"I'm not sure," Anders said slowly. "I've never fed a pet flamingo. But it would only make sense, wouldn't it?"