[The laugh gets a sheepish grin in response even as he's setting the box on the counter and pulling out a foil packet. He's tearing into it almost ravenously, like he hasn't eaten for days (and aside from what little pasta he got from Xion and part of a sandwich, he hadn't.) It's only after half of a pastry's in his mouth that he speaks, even while he's chewing.]

Great, totally fine. [And this time he actually means it, though he coughs a bit when he swallows.] ...when I fell asleep it was still Monday. Surprisingly? Still not the longest I've slept. [He finally notices the bowl.] What're you making today?