[ John's got a couple milk cartons of his own stuffed in his pockets. He's probably going to end up crashing in a couple hours on Dave's bed, after the sugar rush has gone the way of the Hindenburg.

Until then, however... SUGAR!

Back to Dave's room, a little impatiently, and John plops himself on Dave's bed again, carefully resting the plate in his lap and tucking in to a yummy brownie with a faint, pleased hum ]