You have NO idea how happy this fic makes me. I mean, I was so excited for Burns day, I dreamed about someone playing "scotland the brave" with an electric pencil sharpener. And bagpipes on the radio, but the sharpener bit is more entertaining. *goes off to do a ghillie calum sans sword or music or ghillies for that matter* *wishes the dorm cafeteria had served haggis (I will make them do it next year, or I will by a tin of it myself!) instead of breadbowls*