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There is an insane amount of food in the kitchen.

I'm sorry, Professor Munroe. I know I promised I would stop but...

Anyway. Food. For everyone. Please eat it so it doesn't go to waste. If it looks unfamiliar, just ask. I got fairly esoteric there towards the end. I promise that none of it will kill anyone.

I will be in my room with my coffee pot should anyone need me. We're going to have bonding time while I grade papers. There shall be no mockery of my relationship with Mr. Coffee. I mean it.


Also, Marie-Ange, would you mind stopping by? I really should apologise to you in person.