Sid snickered. "Exactly. End of the world fashion. Gotta be ahead of the trends."
"Especially when they keep odd hours," he added in agreement. "Can't expect the world to be all bending over backwards for you, making fancy midnight snacks. This isn't the Ritz, you know." He placed his hands on his hips and looked down his nose at her like his own mother used to do when scolding him or his brother. That is, before she disappeared into the night and all.
At her question, he dropped the mom-look and hopped up onto the counter next to the stove. "Ward talks in his sleep." He offered, though it wasn't actually true. "And yourself?"