"Sucks," was Brady's only response to that. He knew better than some what it was like to not remember what it was like to get a solid night's sleep. Hell, last night was the deepest he'd slept in a very long time, but he was attributing that to the alcohol-induced coma he'd drunk himself into. "S'pose so. You cook for everyone all the time?" he asked curiously before shoveling another bite into his mouth. He wondered what kind of setup there was here, what might be expected out of him.