Bill wandered into the kitchen, charcoal smudged up his face and all over his fingertips from where he'd spent a couple of hours drawing and sketching.
"Hey, old man," he said as he saw his grandfather, and headed straight towards the coffee. He'd need to eat as well, he realized as his stomach growled a little. It seemed he was starving. Huh.
Once he'd filled a mug with coffee and sorted it out how he liked it, he turned round to look at his grandfather. "How're you?" he asked, and "Are you gonna eat your toast?"