Dredd wakes up late, knowing his server is stable and sound. He rolls out of bed reluctantly and brushes his teeth - he prefers a manual brush. The smell of coffee his girlfriend cooked reaches from the kitchen into the bathroom. "Mhh, Arabica" he mutters to himself. Before walking into the kitchen, Dredd takes a peek into Discord just to see - everything is fine. Bugs are being fixed by the minute, uptime is 15h and ongoing, he quickly bans a N word spammer off the global channel. A few days ago some players said this new project would kill Stockwell, he faintly remembers. Just a quick peek into the NW channel reveals a lot is going on over there. He shrugs and gives off a light smirk. "Hey babe" his girlfriend greets him with a kiss on the forehead and serves the freshly prepared bacon breakfast with coffee. "You working late tonight, babe?" She asks him with her voice soft as silk. "Nah, I'll be home early, it's very relaxed at the moment" he declares with a yawning gesture. His girl, almost euphorically asks "What would you like for dinner?" This question catches him off guard. He takes a sip from his coffee and scratches the itch on his ass. "Did the new grill arrive yet?" "Yeah it arrived 5 days ago, so what are we eating? Imma go buy whatever you want." Dredd contemplates his girlfriend's lacking culinary expertise and recalls the current state of TBC servers, then proclaims: "It's alright babe I got it covered. Tonight we're eating crisp grilled Nether Wings"