Will sat down and immediately piled an egg on top of a hashbrown, broke the yolk, and started making sure the runny yellow got all over it before he applied liberal helpings of salt, pepper, and HP sauce.
He glanced at Tuck with his mouth full of food, figuring he had a dinner of some kind planned. That was kind of Tuck's thing. "Presents," he said around his mouthful. "Walk. Nap?"