"Cuppa what?" he asked. James mostly went in for tea. Espresso was one thing-- no, espresso was in a world all its own. Regular coffee? He didn't understand how people drank it most of the time, except out of blind need. And James was nowhere near that.
"I had this really fantastic plan, about breakfast and coffee and stuff. Hangover potion, too, if I'd been able to get my hands on it, but..." Well. Fucking island. "I didn't quite mean to fall asleep-- and I was pretty sure you'd be out for a few more hours anyway." He raked a hand through his hair a bit, which always served as something of a restart for his cognitive functioning. "You up for eating?"
And James was still pretty sure it was before noon. Not that the time actually mattered, when James was in a mood to eat something.