Bacon and eggs? Jon was in heaven. Even Froot Loops would have gone down a treat.

He loaded his plate as high as he dared and grabbed a mug of glorious coffee, before turning to find a seat near Scott and other early(ish) risers. A night on real mattresses seemed to have done everyone a world of good, even if they weren't quite up to scratch yet.

"Are you sure you've got enough there?" Pierson sounded amused. "Caffeine could stunt your growth."

"That's what the heart attack's for. I've got all the essential food groups here and, if you don't mind," Jon smirked, brandishing his knife and fork like weapons. "I'm on a 'see food' diet. Interrupt me at your own risk."

There didn't appear to be much objection from the rest of the table, all stuffing their faces like there was no tomorrow.

Bad analogy, Murphy. Just enjoy the cholestrol.