[ Uhh, he's not eating breakfast rn, passing through the kitchen entirely not because he's not hungry or in that much of a hurry - he's putting on his jacket and then probably going to check something and get a little distracted and then be late anyway - but because he's simply not thinking about food right now. ] You have any plans today?
[ Well she's totally going to stop in the kitchen, because she likes breakfast - or whatever meal passes for breakfast when she wakes up this late - and she glances over at him and shakes her head. ] I think I'll probably spend some time on my car, but nothing other than that. Why?
[ squinting just a little bit. she's all for timing shenanigans, but no meal eaten after this meetings can really be called lunch, she feels. she's pretty sure about this. oh well. it's not like what it's called really matters that much. ] You should at least grab a shake or something on your way out the door. Avoid getting dizzy in front of all the important people because you haven't eaten and all that.
I've given whole lectures so drunk I didn't remember them half an hour later, I don't think they'll be able to tell. Might even give me an edge. [ But okay, sure. He'll grab a piece of fruit off the bowl on the counter. Well. Maybe one more, since he is a bit hungry. Okay he'll grab an apple and two bananas, but now he's leaving. ]
[ Making a super unconvinced face, but then he picks up fruit and that's better, it's not a meal but it's food and she can roll with that so long as he's getting a little bit of something in him. ] See you soon. [ Actually that fruit looked good, she's going to take one of the bananas he didn't pick up and start peeling it herself, sit down at the kitchen counter and wave at him. ]
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i don't even have a refutation for that yeah they fucking are
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