Dylan dragged his sleeping bag with him. He had gone for the usual pyjama bottoms. Yes his chest was bare, but it was better than what he usually slept in. He carried his Iron Man pillow with him. It was good to have something to look at. Better than his arc reactor-less scar on his chest.

He was ready for a story. He hoped it would be exciting.

Ok so he hadn't laid out his sleeping bag before he hit the food table. He had just carried it with him. He was that hungry.

He grabbed a pumpkin juice, and headed to lay out his bag.