He had been cooking. Because why not. They didn't stop him, really. He'd been up early enough to do it too, unable to sleep. There was a plate of frozen waffles, and one of misshapen tiny pancakes all stacked in a mount. There was a plate of burnt bacon and sausage, a plate of a verity of eggs, and some chopped fruit. It looked as if he were cooking just to cook, but he fully intended to eat it.

He had wrapped a mini pancake around a sausage and had it half in his mouth when Diego came in, sat down and stole an eggo. That was fine. There were more. He took the bite anyhow, and hummed. "Couldn't sleep. My brain keeps telling me I'll disappear if I sleep. So food helps. You don't know you'll miss food once you can't have it anymore and you have to watch Klaus shove it into his face often enough." He explained, nomming away at his bite.