"I don't know," Ben said thoughtfully, laying back too, because if Klaus was lounging he might as well do it too, instead of sitting stiffly in his own bed. "I think it seems loud enough." But then, before everything had been background noise that didn't matter because he hadn't been able to interact anyway. And now it was all -- everything was something he had to interact with. It was tiring, in its own way.
Sleep didn't have to make sense, he figured. Not everything did. Sometimes it just needed to happen, and that was as good as it was going to get. There were more strange and exciting mysteries to be focusing on, Ben figured. Not all of them were good but --
"Breakfast," he repeated carefully, because oh boy, talking about mysteries, there was one. Klaus most certainly wasn't talking about eggs, or suggesting they both get up to cook something. At least, Ben hoped not because if that was the case, his mind was really ready to jump into a gutter. "Yeah. Ah -- you start."