Stopped in her tracks in the middle of her epic quest (read: exhausted shuffle from her bed to their chambers' kitchen) for caf and/or food, Plourr shoots Rial an incredulous look, but doesn't bother with the 'do you know what time it is?" question, because he does. He always does.

Still half-asleep, blankets trailing behind her, she thuds into the chair across from him. "What?"