Famine waved at him from her perch. "Morning, sunshine," she said, in an obnoxiously cheerful voice. "I'd ask if you wanted some eggs, but it looks like your mouth's kind of occupied right now. And I was never too good at sharing anyway." She took another bite of her food.
"So, a little birdie tells me you've been getting up to some shit," she went on, not paying his struggling any mind. "And apparently, you've been feeling pretty fucking pleased with yourself."