My attention’s drawn from the toaster making my pop tarts to the door of BoJack’s room opening. Moooornin-! Ohh.. I forgot you were in there! My eyes widen for a second, but my I’m not that surprised, honestly. O-oh. My eyes shift around the room, then back to the toaster. …Want a pop tart? I ask, still a little caught off guard. I don’t expect you to say yeah, since you’re only here for work, but, I mean, who doesn’t want a pop tart?