Happily stuffed by the massive omelets, the two frat boys sit back for a moment, letting the digestion of their big breakfasts start before they mosy out of the dining room. Their stuffed 'reverie' is interrupted, though, when the Italian granny cook slides up to them and with a warm, 'Ciao, bello' for each deposits an enormous cinnamon apple danish in front of each growing boy.

"Wow," says Robby, "never been treated like this before. I know the old lady likes guys with an appetite, but..."

"Yeah, this is great," replies Jason. "Tell you what, though, let's go sit up on the porch - no need to spend the whole morning down here."

"Sure, catch some rays, see some babes, maybe even razz a skinny brother or two," Robby chuckles. The hefty sophomore frat boy shoves his chair back and carries his danish out the door, followed by his younger and lighter frosh cohort.

Up in the sunshine, the two new friends slowly consume the head-sized pastries, until...