Lucas squinted his eyes for a moment, tilting his head as he rolled over the question in his head like he was giving it serious consideration. He wasn't. Not really. "No. More like 'Why-the-fuck-am-I-still-awake' meal. Right before bed. I usually make myself a sandwich on those kinds of nights." Then he found a nice chair to collapse into with some stupid television show playing in the background as the white noise he needed to get some sort of sleep in this place. "Unless you're going to keep going and going. I wouldn't necessarily recommend it."
If Lucas was allowed and usually on his weekends, he spent a majority of them just lounging in bed. Multiple naps and not even pretending that he cared all too much about the world around him unless his presence was required. Lucas leaned his hip against the edge of the counter before shrugging.
"Beats me. People come and go as they're pleased as far as I'm concerned. We have a couple people who practically live in the gym and other places, so if we have people in the kitchen...it's not really my concern." He took another bite of his cereal with a closed grin on his face. "I just expect people to appreciate their beds a lot more than myself. I live vicariously through anyone who likes to sleep in during the day." Or his cat.