"Coffee would be...quite perfect," he still sounded sheepish and embarrassed. The footstool squeaked as he inched closer to the oven.

He tried to think back on what he was doing. Oh yeah, he was indeed hungry. That was pretty much the main reason he'd reluctantly emerged from the trailer and into this wet nonsense.

"Where did you find me?"

He could only vaguely remember his half-sleepwalk, he'd assumed he must have pointed himself in the right direction and hope he was on autopilot the rest of the way.

"Anything is fine, really."

Well, anything meat-related.