Xaviers!

Just before their alarm would normally go off, the door to Tereza/Sam/Vivienne's room creeped open.

Trying not to make too much sound, Will rolled in a large silver cart, probably nicked from the dining hall. There's only so quiet that could be, but he did his best, anyway.

The room would quickly fill with the scents of freshly cooked sausage, bacon, pancakes, beans, blood pudding, fried tomatoes..a full English breakfast, and then some. Heavy on the meat, considering the canine qualities of the people in the room. The top shelf of the cart was filled with, frankly, a much heavier breakfast than the dining hall could normally provide.

The second shelf had the coffee and the tea, and various plates and other serving necessities.

The third and bottom shelf had a large white cardboard box, and a smaller wooden box.

There's some snuffling from the bed and Tereza's head raises groggily, "What?"

"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey?" Will said, in a pseudo-whisper.

"What are you... is that sausage?" Apparently wolf brain is super easy to sidetrack.

"Pork sausages. With pepper and nutmeg.

I've got rashers, too. And streaky bacon."

Tereza carefully begins extricating herself from the bed, lowering her volume as she does so, "Smells wonderful. Did you cook all this?"

"Almost everything. The soda bread comes from the bakery downtown and, I'm sad to say, was made yesterday. Not a lot of time for baking first thing in the morning, even without the cafeteria staff giving you the side-eye.

Fried up everything else myself. It's a tough job, but easier when you can have seven or eight hands to keep track of everything."

"I imagine it is," Tereza says, grabbing one of the sausage and biting into it. "I appreciate you doing this."

"Hey, we saved at least three universes. We found out that my story has a happy ending. My daughter is here to help pass the next two decades. You got me away from University property.

It seems to me like that's a reason to celebrate, a reason to celebrate, a reason to celebrate and a reason to celebrate."

"Well, I can't really argue with that," she says, munching on the rest of the sausage. "Think I should wake up the other two?"

"Now, that depends on how hungry you are," Will giggled. "And how you feel about sharing just as, you know, a concept."

Tereza glances at the bed. "I think I've made it clear I'm not opposed to sharing," she says with a smirk, "and besides, Viv has been getting hungrier as the full moon gets closer."

"Then I'm glad I made as much food as I did. Werewolves seem to need an omnipresent snack," Will giggled again. "Just, like, stashed in caches around campus."

"That's not..." She pauses to consider, "... a bad idea really."

"Just things of glass on the wall. Right next to the fire extinguishers. 'Break in case of growly snarlingness.' "

"Ha ha. But actually stashing food in places and making it a game to find it might be fun."

"It would seem like you would have the upper paw against Viv, being more experienced at these sorts of things," Will giggled, poking Tereza's schnoz.

"That's why she needs to practice," Tereza says, moving over to the bed and shaking the occupants gently.

"Well, if you need a guinea pig for Werewolf practice, I'm your guy," Will smiled, pouring out some coffee for the sure-to-be-groggy bedmates.

"Nnh," Sam mutters muzzily as she's roused.

"...what time is it and why do you smell like sausages?

"Slightly early-ish and because Will brought in breakfast," Tereza says, smiling.

"And coffee. Can't forget the coffee."

"Yes, coffee would be good," Tereza says, returning to the cart.

"...what's the occasion?" She asks as she sits up.

If Sam's sleeping dress code has slipped since living with Tereza, it's decidedly nonexistent now that all three of them are together.

"As I was telling Tereza -- saving the universe generally results in pancakes. It's, you know, like, an incentive and things," he giggled again.

"That, and, you know, a celebration of me not being such a downer anymore, but it's a bit conceited to have a celebration of one's self."

"A little conceit's okay now and then. I say this as an expert on the subject," Tereza grins, picking up one of the cups of coffee and blowing on it.

"I'll keep that in mind, ma'am," Will said, a twinkle in his eye indicating the honorific was intended, at least in part, to tease Tereza.

"Cream? Sugar? Honey?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though. Sam?"

"Black's fine. We might need to wave it under Viv's nose to get her up."

"If she's as dressed for the occasion as you are, Sam, maybe I should turn my back for a moment?" Will said, continuing to tease the trio.

"She'll but up very late soon enough, so should probably just let her sleep for the moment," Tereza says, glancing over at the bed and then taking a sip of her coffee.

"Got the plans for that all finalized, love?"

"Danger Room, locked down, myself, Viv, and Isolde for the first night. After that, I'll watch the tapes and decide about the second night."

"Going to be tough not wanting to be in there with you."

"How soon is it? Is there anything you need to make sure it goes smoothly?" Will asked, concerned.

"Those of us in the room should be okay. If you want to keep Sam company in the observation deck, that'd be up to her."

"Just...don't feel like you have to do this alone. You have people who care about you."

"It's been safe before, at least."

"I don't think I have to do this alone," she says, trying to comfort Will a bit. "It's Viv's first. You remember my first? It was kinda violent and uncontrolled."

"'Uncontrolled" is an operative word.

Which reminds me," he said, after a moment, pulling out the larger of the two boxes and placing it on the bed in front of Tereza. "This is yours."