Third floor common room, Friday afternoon

[tigerundercover]

Raven leaned back on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on her lap, and stared perplexedly at the television. For some reason, the only thing it wanted to show today was some show about sobbing food. Right now, a crying spoon was trying to comfort a crying pear. Or possibly the spoon was trying to apologize to the pear? It was hard to tell. But it was on every channel.

"I don't understand this show at all."

[because Crying Breakfast Friends. Open.]