"I suspect you might be thrilled," he shoots back to Guy. "Bit of working class verve to get you through the day."

He lifts an eyebrow at Anthony's decline, dubious but not prepared to insist.

Doing a little fry up doesn't take long. He finds plates, silverware, and bread to toast for himself. Scrambled eggs for Guy; a fried egg on toast for him. It would get him through the next few hours, at least.

He reappears with plates balanced on one arm and a fresh mug of coffee in other hand. He sets that on the table first before setting a plate by Guy and then taking up the arm chair again.