Room 203, Thursday night

It was entirely possible that Stark had spent too much time in his room eating leftover Easter candy this week.

That hadn't stopped him from doing the same thing tonight. But at least the door was open now, and he could probably be convinced to share. What had possessed him to pick up quite this much candy, he had no idea.



[Open like a great big open thing, as I'm stuck in a hotel room and slowly going mad. Also, someone should convince the alien he needs to go to prom, if anyone is so inclined.]