Leon's room was kinda down the hall, why did he have to get a possibly cursed hot cocoa from the cafeteria?

Fine. Whatever. Off he went, past the snowball fights and snow men and snow angels and everyone running around like children, and into the cafeteria. He did take a moment to pop into the restroom briefly to make sure he was in check, but this week had surprisingly been a good one despite all the beer he chugged the other night. Of all things, he's in good ties with Slippy and Blacky again, had some amusing chatter with Falco, and got a good look at his life through ranting at Kamek. (And there's this really cute pokemon pirate dude with such a manly beard!) Okay, he is still a failure at his old game, but he's distracted enough now to save those thoughts for later. His hair was still neatly groomed from this morning, the 'stache trimmed to his preference, and he was back in his years-old brownish-mustard pilot jacket with the usual black turtleneck and tight jeans.

A failure in style is better than a total failure.

Two cups of hot cocoa were soon purchased and he returned about twenty minutes since departure back to Blacky's door.