"True enough," he said and tentatively sipped his coffee, which proved a little bit too hot for him to manage. He wrinkled his nose and tried to surreptitiously breathe over his tongue a little to soothe it. "It's only really a problem when someone invites me for lunch, which is usually Mum to be honest and I wind up having Sunday roast for breakfast which is just fucking odd." Not that he was really complaining since his Mum's cooking was always excellent, but it was always a bit weird to him.
He made a face again when Stacey said she didn't have to do the books this week. "Lucky you. I have books to do and a delivery to supervise," he said grumpily. "And, I am not a morning person. Need to get coffee in me first," he said. "Oh, and I got woken up by my cat walking across my face today, so that wasn't the best start."