When Jack had gone outside this morning, he had discovered that his underthings were flying high over the camp and getting spattered by crumbs from falling pastries.

That .... went rather well with his decision to expect the unexpected, yes. He munched on a pastry -- he'd been eating them all day, even if it quite possibly wasn't the most hygienic thing in the world -- as he paged through his copy of the Scottish play and waited for Eric.

[OOC: For Eric, but open to cabinmates if they don't mind SP.]