Room 507, Friday Evening

Ronan was sitting at his computer, his button-up shirt laying open across his chest. He was laughing, reading an email he'd received from his friend Filif which described the completely impossible situation he'd been called upon to resolve that involved the... questionable activities of one of the other Demisiv wizards and the local fauna -- the sentient tree described the situation with such an incredibly dry wit that Ronan couldn't help but laugh.

It was a fun way to pass the time until Johnny showed up for their date.


[OOC: Door's open a little, post's open a lot, thread with Johnny locked.]