Good morning, everyone, it's Captain Steve Rogers here with the news of yesterday--

*chittering*

--and breaking news of today, too, it seems. We are being invaded by giant lizards?!

*chittering*

Okay, giant to you. How tall for the rest of us?

*wishy-washy chittering*

Tall as a building?

*more chittering*

As tall as a very short building. Right. Well, I'll be doing some reconnaissance after this is over, so let's get through the news quickly today, okay?

We had our fourth day of classes. About half of you were in there with me, so you know we began the day with Liliana's Ethical Dilemmas, where even the introductions got a little uncomfortable, and then it was off to Yellowstone with Sam Eagle's National Parks class, then Dr. Lecter's Philosophy of Food, where he checked in about allergies but did not have a waffle bar like Raiden's Art of Breakfast Did you eat from the waffle bar?

*awkward pause*

Right. That's not very professional. Belle was being haunted by ghost stories in the Library. Literally?

*chittering*

Literally. The Dorms were quiet, but the porg has been comforted with pilfered waffles, so we can move on. In Town, Adrian was dealing with an aggressive sales call at Pick Your Poison, Liz was being slow and careful around the Photo Hut, and I hope her energy was boosted by the lunch Prompto brought her, and Boc was folding clothing after coming in late from his food class. Don't worry about that, Boc, lots of people have adjusted their hours to take classes in the summertime. Speaking of possibly missing work, Steven and Watts had lunch at the museum and discussed their next vacation. Tony and I enjoyed our recent trip to Greece, if you were looking for ideas. And in other exotic locales, the Supper Club traveled to Baltimore--admittedly, not that exotic--to try fancy Syrian food, which sounds amazing. Lydia, Liliana & Ignis, Rey, Flint, and Adrian got over the prices of the menu and spent an enjoyable evening not wondering too long about how Flint didn't know what stop lights or crosswalks were for. Henry, if you're also confused by these words, let me explain them to you. Please. Friends don't let friends get squished by cars. And finally, Thor was, quote, "definitely not sulking" at the Devil's Nest, and if this is paintball related, know, from the very bottom of my heart, my friend, that I don't regret shooting you at all.

And now I'm off to check about those lizards! Stay safe if that's applicable!