You and Nonsense have been roommates for a few days now. He's very nonsensical, but you've already gotten used to it.

As you wake up in your room, you sit up then yawn. You hear a pan sizzling. You know that Nonsense really doesn't cook, since you've never seen him cook, but whatever he's making does smell good.

You get up, walking out of your room, then into the kitchen, where Nonsense is making some bacon, and pancakes. He looks over at you, over his shoulder, then he smiles.

Nonsense: "Hey there, sleepyhead. You snored like a train last night." He says, chuckling, then he stares back down at the pan. "So, how are you this morning?" He says, smiling, flipping his pancake.