Room 406, after lunch.

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Xander, wearing one of his presents from Nadia and having just consumed... most of the other, and while the shirt was tasty, the Twinkies are kind of sparse with the coverage, even with added duct tape, stared at the box, and almost, almost, found himself scowling at Twinkie the Kid.

Between his regular supply, and Shop, and any commando raids he might or might not have been making to anybody's class who habitually provided sugary goodness for his students, and the apparently ongoing supply of guilt-pastries from his roomie...

Dear God, was it actually possible he was getting sick of junk food?

Xander felt his forehead, but it didn't seem to be hot...