Stephen Stills' Journal

[The video feed opens to the Stills/Nordegraf kitchen, looking in a little more of a state than usual. Various food items are all piled up on the counter, and the garbage bin is out on the floor, filled to the top with opened packages. Stephen can be seen half-buried in the open fridge. He leans out, a sponge in hand, and uses his wrist to push his hair back from his face. He looks frazzled - alright more frazzled than usual. He tossed the sponge into the sink and starts rounding up all the food on the counter, giving each one a cursory sniff and tossing a few more in the garbage.]

Neil! What did I tell you about keeping an eye on the freaking food you buy! Half this stuff reeks!

[He sniffs at an open package of bacon. For a moment something other than disgust passes over his features. Something almost... desiring. It only lasts a moment, however, and he ends up throwing the whole package in the bin.]

And it's your turn to take out the trash!

[He glances up and notices the blinking light on his device.]

Oh, for fuck's sake!

[He reaches forward, and the feed ends.]