Billy's Dorm Room, Eckerd College, Florida, Early Monday Morning

"The hell?"

Billy stirred in his sleep. That was weird, for a moment it sounded like his room mate from the midwest had an Irish accent.

"Gingerbread? What the bloody-"

Billy stirred again, grunting. Was his room mate talking with an Irish accent in his sleep? Or was he not quite as awake as he thought?

"Hunh?" Billy grunted.

"Dude," the accent was gone. "Uh, there's gingerbread flavored cocoa coming out of the taps."

Billy opened his eye and squinted at Tony. "Say that again?"

[Open if you're up early enough to contact Billy.]