"Oat meal. That sounds substantial. The utensils are near you, in the right hand compartments."
Drax remove the wrapper and put the bagel onto a plate and into the microwave, heating it up. After it was done, he picked it up the plate and nodded to her. "Enjoy your oat meal. I am going to watch fist fighting in small arenas or shows about Terran crimes."
Because that seemed like wonderful things to watch when eating breakfast. Drax began to wander off to his room.