Lorena, despite having spent most of the time in her room, didn't do much sleeping. Plagued with the same nightmarish dreams for the past few years, since San Diego became Sub Diego, she tried to sleep only lightly enough to keep from dreaming. It didn't always work, and she usually read most of the night away or listened to an audiobook on her iPod. They weren't night terrors or anything that intense. She just preferred to not spend the night fighting her own brain.
"Isn't that what people eat in the morning? Eggs?" she asked, still looking at the paper. Turning to face Arthur, she gave him a look over, eyebrows raised. "Good morning, hot stuff." Not that she was complaining. Swimming did his body good, and she briefly eyed his briefs appreciatively. "Thought you'd bring some sausage to breakfast?"