"I did," he said, his tone fairly pleasant, but a bit too stiff for someone speaking to his wife.
He shifted in his seat, taking another bite of his breakfast, then chewed thoughtfully as the music played and his own voice - Run through a modulator and made unrecognizable - began to speak.
"Too much time on their hands," he said firmly, yawning and eating the last piece of melon from the bowl and turning on the toast.