Parker was one of those disgustingly cheerful morning people. In Mac's opinion, those people should either die before noon, or fix breakfast. Luckily, Parker was one of those disgustingly cheerful morning people that picked breakfast up since one couldn't cook in the dorm.
By the time Mac was up and dressed, Parker was back with food.
And vodka laying on the tray?
Mac knew that that wasn't Parker's purchase, and she immediately called Dick. "Why did you give me six bottles of Grey Goose?"
Mac swore she could hear Dick's grin. "You think I drink too much. That's my vodka limit for the year."