Groggily walking down the stairs, your fingers tied your robe. All the lights were off, the only light coming from your open fridge. John was currently hunched over, eating your food like he hasn't been fed in a year. His blonde hair is messy.

Finally, he notices your presence. He looks up, chewing some left over apple pie. Was he eating it with his bare hands?

"There you are. Did you know you had a pie in here, luv?" His voice is muffled. He's been doing this to you for as long as the two of you have known eachother. He shows up in the middle of the night, goes into your fridge, and raids it. Sometimes he'll go into your pantry.

You're not even phased anymore.