"Well as long as you'r--oof!" There's a thud followed by loud yipping as Michael J comes hurtling out of the bedroom and straight into John's leg. He smells toast why didn't he get any toast omh dad you suck. Toast. NOOOWWWWWW.

"Jesus, Michael J. hold on a second, will you? I thought you went back to sleep..." With a sigh, John gets out of his chair and fixes a plate of toast for the Zorua just as he had for Guile. He then moves back to his seat, but before sitting down, addresses the room at large in a slightly overdramatic manner. "Is everybody good? Can John eat his toast now? Is that a thing he can do? Speak now or forever hold your fuck it I'm eating this toast." And with that, he plunks himself down in his chair and immediately takes a bite of toast before any other distractions can come along.

"So how was it back home? Anything new and exciting?"