voiceoverdue | Room 216, Thursday afternoon

Cecil was somehow getting used to the fact his roommate was a librarian; he even felt sort of daring. And he was very slowly getting used to the - ugh! - humidity. He'd been rather guiltily enjoying eating bread and cookies and other wheat and wheat by-products, having been assured they didn't go evil here.

So forgive him if he was sitting on his bed, legs curled up, suspiciously eyeing the cake that had appeared on the chair across the room. He knew he hadn't left it there, and Sholeh hadn't been in, but it was just there. It didn't seem to be biting yet, but he didn't quite trust it.

[OOC: Open door and post!]