Eight o'clock in the bloody morning for cartoons. Giles didn't voice the thought because he couldn't contrive of a way of saying it that wouldn't sound absolutely bitchy.
True, he had said he'd be available, but then he also hadn't anticipated staying up with Ethan til sunrise, either. He was going to have to change his sleeping schedule and his waking hours, if he was going to have enough time in the day to accommodate everybody. "I'm sorry, of course," he said after a moment. "I was merely up late, I'm a bit out of sorts." He checked the tea kettle, and sighed. "May I offer you breakfast? I'm having tea and toast this morning, I'd be glad to make some for you as well."