That sounded like home. The morning would start off normal enough. Piper would make breakfast and they'd all grab something before heading off to their respective jobs. Some days went by without something happening, other days the foyer was trashed and a demon needed to be vanquished by mid-afternoon. It looked like that semi-daily routine was going to be helpful in getting used to the swing of things here, even when it came to expecting the unexpected.
"That's unique for an apocalypse. Not that I'm an expert but endless candy doesn't sound like the most concerning sign of the end of times." Wouldn't that be counterproductive to what Famine would be trying to do? If that particular Horseman had even shown up yet. From what Prue and Phoebe had told him, it didn't seem to match the one that had almost started back home. Different world, different rules. He needed to do some studying.
He listened silently as Damien spoke, sliding the grounds into place and pressing the button for the brewing to begin. Turning back around, he leaned against the counter, arms crossing over his chest. The mention of a close call needed elaboration, as did the comment about abilities. So far, Damien seemed like an all right guy. It looked like he genuinely cared for Prue and he was helping out. But he was protective. "Abilities?" he asked casually.