Apparently it was never too early for breakfast. Avery glanced at his phone, checking the time. "Yeah, if you wanna make 'em, thanks. Coffee's on." He moved out of the way of the kitchen sine Armaan was about to take over, and went to sit at the small dining table tucked into a corner. It was just one of those square fold-out card tables, but it did the trick.
He looked back and forth between the two men, finishing looking at Armaan. "Good night, was it?"