[The sound of Lucretia's voice only startles him for a second; it's still familiar, so he recovers quickly. He's holding some packaged leftovers in his mouth when he removes his head from the fridge.
Muffled:] Oh, hey.
[As he closes the door, he removes the obstacle from his mouth.] Nah, s'just breakfast time. You're always invited to breakfast time. [He continues his food prep routine like her presence is no big deal, opening the box to reveal that his breakfast of choice today is barbecue nachos. Breakfast of champions. He doesn't consider his pantslessness until he's started the microwave timer.]
Oh—oops. [He glances down at his boxers, but he shrugs it off.] Sorry 'bout it.
owo whats this?
Muffled:] Oh, hey.
[As he closes the door, he removes the obstacle from his mouth.] Nah, s'just breakfast time. You're always invited to breakfast time. [He continues his food prep routine like her presence is no big deal, opening the box to reveal that his breakfast of choice today is barbecue nachos. Breakfast of champions. He doesn't consider his pantslessness until he's started the microwave timer.]
Oh—oops. [He glances down at his boxers, but he shrugs it off.] Sorry 'bout it.