Can Pleasure Fill Your Stomach?

Medical Center.

Residents' locker room.

Ever since they had been promoted to full residents, Adam and the others had moved to a smaller room. Instead of rows upon rows of lockers, it was more like a lounge.

The lockers were all lined up against the walls.

There was also a sofa, refrigerator, television, and other furnishings.

"Adam, did you really give George and the others those old Study Session Tapes as bedtime reading?"

Meredith asked in disbelief.

"Yeah."

Adam smiled. "They insisted. I couldn't exactly dampen their enthusiasm for knowledge, could I?"

"George, enthusiastic?"

Cristina immediately scoffed.

"Whatever the case, he took all those tapes."

Adam smiled. "That should count as enthusiasm, shouldn't it?"

"You know what's funny? When I came over just now, Shorty and the others under you thanked me. Then Numbers 1, 2, 3, and 4 cornered me and tried to fish around for information about the 'secret manual.'"

Cristina complained, "They're all so clumsy. They haven't even learned to crawl, and they already want to fly."

"Don't say that."

Adam advised, "When you first got here, didn't you want to bury yourself in the Cardiothoracic Surgery Operating Room and never come out? Since they want to learn, give them a chance."

"I don't have time to deal with them."

Cristina sprawled across the sofa, propped her legs on the coffee table, and picked up the latest medical journal. As she flipped through it, she casually said, "The tapes are all there anyway. If they care enough, they can go ask George and the others themselves. Can't they make copies? It's not like they can order me around too, right?"

"Of course you don't need to make more copies."

Adam smiled helplessly. "I only had you make copies before because recording every nightly study session had been