"What's tomorrow?" Kevin asked as he wandered around the kitchen in search of something brown and upon finding it had opened the jar of powdered cocoa (he ought to know what this brand was, maybe the previous owners kept anoher box around?). In his own, he wondered about the date tomorrow and figured he couldn't come up with anything quite right unless it was that friendly protest he'd read in the papers but that wasn't about to come that fast, was it?
Tossing spoonfuls into his warm concoction, he glanced towards Remy to watch him with the barbeque chips as the other nodded at his envelope. "Oh," he started, then waved at it as he stirred his brown drink with his spoon. "No, it's work. The heater wasn't working in the office so I asked to take it home."