[ Luckily Banagher's managed to get himself looking a little less haggard as the day has gone on, so he's a little livelier than his writing suggested earlier. The addition of not hospital food, bless helps. So despite looking sort of awkward while being laid up, like he's not quite sure what to do with himself, his spirits are better. The Thundercat DVDs even make him laugh, and he leaves the scattered remains of wrapping paper on the bed, around the stupid fold-out tray for the food. ]

I'm not surprised they checked this, with how I ended up here.

[ At least he can be a little cheeky about it now, for posterity. ]

Thanks, though. I'm glad you remembered this place... [ He nods to the italian place's carry-out box. ] I don't think I've even been hungry until now.