"Did they at least get a shot at buying sweet stuff before they changed things around?" Dante said.

He walked towards his own bed. Thought about sitting down for five seconds before he just dumped the bag on there, snagged a sugary pastry out of it, and then crossed the room.

Look, if he wanted to see what was going on with the food trucks, he absolutely had to kick off his boots, step onto Anders' bed, and promptly fill up a chunk of the remaining space on the mattress. No getting around that.