Jackson is still flomped on his bed when she shows up, although he does mumble that she can come in.

So she comes in with food.

"Oh. Thanks."

"Yeah, figured you'd forget."

"Yeah... I have some stuff but yeah."

"Should I just leave this here?"

"Yeah, thanks." Jackson cranes his neck to assess the edibility of the food without getting up or having to roll over.

It's waffles. They're as edible as waffles can be.

He props himself up on his elbows and picks one up. Bite.

"Well, enjoy. I'm gonna go to class."

"Thanks," he calls over his shoulder.

History! It happened in the past.

Yes it did! It's also terribly boring and Sadde doesn't see the point, really, it's not like people'll be able to actually use that to predict anything or anything like that.

Sadde! She's doomed to repeat it.

She'll try to avoid murdering Austrian archdukes, that should serve her well.

There are none about, regardless.

"Hi, pet, how's your morning?"

"History and work. Not the most interesting of mornings."

"Oh well." Pet pet.

"What about you two?"

"Likewise pretty boring. They can't all be winners."