When Angela came through the door, Eliot raised a hand to tell her where he was. The breakfast crowd was still filing in and out, though she probably could have found him easily enough anyway. "Morning," he replied as she sat down, grinning faintly. She didn't seem much worse for wear than he was, at least from outward appearances.
He watched her add the sugar and creamer to her coffee, eyebrow arching. "What the hell are you doing to that coffee?" he asked dryly. "Last time I saw someone put that much sugar in, had to put up with them gibbering on for an hour after." He took a drink of his own and set the mug back down before he leaned back in his seat.
"Fine," he replied, shaking his head once. "Not a single worry this morning." Aside from apocalypses and demons and whatever weird ass shit would be thrown at them next but that happened on good mornings as well as the bad. The usual. The grin grew a little more. "How are you feeling?"