"You too."

He disappears into his room for the night.

She hesitates, and then practically creeps over to the couch. She wraps herself in the blanket and curls up.

She sleeps fitfully, wakes early, and perches on the edge of the couch waiting for her host to wake-up.

It's later in the morning that he finally emerges from his room, rubbing his eyes.

"...'ve you been up a while?"

She nods rather than says anything, twisting her fingers together again.

"Did you get any sleep?"

He thought he heard some tossing and turning last night.

"I- yes si- I- Z. I did," she confirms quietly. Looks sideways. "I- would've made breakfast but..." (wasn't sure when you'd be up.)

"Well, good that you slept. And, uh, you don't have to make breakfast, but I don't know if you like Pop Tarts or not."

And there's the look of someone who has no idea what Z is talking about. She shrugs instead of anything else.

"Never had a Pop Tart?"

He makes his way towards the kitchen.

"Uh, n-no?" she says, standing up to follow him. (She's not sure why, but...)

“This will be your introduction to crappy prepackaged toaster strudels.”

He opens one of the cupboards and retrieves a couple of foil packets.

“I make pretty decent eggs, too.”

She shrugs a little. "I- Whatever's easiest?" There's an offer in there that she can cook if he wants her to.

"We can do both. Pop tarts are less than zero effort, and you cooked last night, so it's fair."

He pauses.

"Unless you want to."

She shrugs again. "I- you've. Done a lot." (For me.)

"...let's cook together?"

She looks confused for a moment, and the nods. "If- If that's what you want?" (She is not exactly opposed to the idea.)

He nods.

"It's been a while since I helped somebody out with cooking."

He opens the fridge to contemplate its contents.

Blaze steps closer to see for herself what the contents are - she might be able to offer suggestions on what can be made.

Mostly the same as last night. Eggs are relevant in the morning, though.

"...scrambled eggs or omelette?" she suggests quietly.

"I like omelettes."

She gives a shy smile and reaches, a little hesitantly for the eggs. "I- do you like anything in them? I left some of the vegetables..."

“Oh, yeah. I’m never awake enough in the morning to do veggies when it’s just me.”

"I- I could-?" she offers hesitantly.

“I can get some of ‘em if you beat the eggs. It’s different when there’s two of us.”

He pulls out some of the vegetables and grabs a cutting board from next to the sink.