*tosses back a warm smile that's really a laugh, because honestly, it's what he does* *rather teasingly* Any time, sir.
*makes his way into the kitchen, hearing you following behind, and hikes a stool out from beneath the island for you before heading over to pour the coffee* Sit. Let me know if you change your mind about breakfast...
*speaking of which, glances down at Mabel, currently crunching on her own food, which immediately reminds him—and right on cue, hears you sneeze* *wince* Ah, crap. *snags the antihistamines from the cupboard and brings them over along with the coffee* *apologetically* Sorry, I forgot all about that.