[ there's a quiet snort at kaveh's lament, though alhaitham hadn't been paying much attention to his chore either. luckily, it was pretty hard to burn coffee in a percolator, unlike the bread in a hot pan - and sure enough, the acrid smell of burnt permeates the kitchen thanks to their combined distraction. ]

Food is necessary.

[ the scribe corrects, though he's almost tempted to agree with 'stupid' considering it interrupted kaveh's bare leg travelling up the inside of his thigh. ]

If you're in no condition to toast bread, there's the market down the street. [ is his very helpful offer, considering neither of them seemed to be in a condition focused enough to do any complex task at the moment. last night had been late, and this morning had been - well - an event. ] I suppose I could treat you to something as a commiseration for your door being so poorly constructed.

[ and it's very unlike him to offer anything, really, but there's an underlying concern that kaveh's blood alcohol level was still astronomical and perhaps it's selfish, but alhaitham would rather like him in a healthy, robust condition to... continue whatever this was. he had a whole weekend ahead of him, after all - the perfect time to revel in a myriad of things:

books, food, the blonde swearing in front of him. life's simple, but very appealing pleasures. ]

Then again, it would be remiss of me to suggest you put on more clothes. [ alhaitham muses thoughtfully as if thinking over the argument of an academic text, turquoise eyes dragging appraisingly over kaveh's form. ] I'm rather enjoying the morning view.