"Bit late for even a midnight feast," Richie pointed out, making not attempt to hide that he was being nosy as he wandered by Foggy -- who he'd seen around but did not know formerly. There as a lot of that in this hotel, which Richie thought was kind of weird for how few of them there technically were.
Should he start doing mixers? That was actually something to think on.
He opened up the fridge only to stare in it sort of blankly, trying to decide. Maybe Eddie would like something also? "What are you making?" He asked, over his shoulder, because inspiration always came from odd places, right?