"I'd rather eat first," Sam answered honestly. "Soul hunting usually ruins meals and you've gotta be a better cook than me. Or Sock." 'Beerios' were not a breakfast food. Not unless you had some particular reason for wanting to throw up right after waking up.
Sam groaned as he got up from the ground. "I hate my life." His back was still smarting and if he knew what was good for him he would grab some ice at some point during breakfast. "No one else in the world wakes up to that, I swear to God." It wasn't really whining, not really. He'd just not been much of an optimist since his twenty-first birthday.
"Actually, I'd really, really like to eat," he said with a sigh, though attempted to pass Trance a small smile. "The box'll stay there. If I try and leave, it'll follow me, so we're alright."