Had Dominique always been this bloody chipper in the mornings? Hugo grumbled and grunted as he pulled a shirt over his head and stalked down to the kitchen. He wasn't a pleasant early morning person. Not on weekdays, and certainly not on the weekends.
Saturdays were, by a general rule for Hugo, reserved for sleeping in or sleeping off a hangover. Hugo wasn't hungover, but the crabby look on his face might make his cousin think otherwise. "Could you scream a bit louder? I think only half the village heard you."
It was only when he saw the food that the hard edge to his grumpy frown softened a touch. He was hungry. He was always hungry. Hugo plopped down at the table and wasted no time digging in. From the way he attacked the food, you'd think he was starving. "S'good," he muttered with his mouth full.