"Wake up, sleepyhead."
Jett groaned as someone shook him hard enough to rattle the bed. He cracked one eye open. "Urghh… Rey? What the hell is your problem? How did you even get in?"
"Oh, Freya let me in," Rey said with a grin. "She looked pissed though. Lovers' quarrel?" He squatted next to Jett's face, balancing a plate of food in one hand.
Jett tried to roll away, but his half-awake movement sent him sliding right off the bed. He crashed straight into Rey before tumbling onto the floor, landing flat on his back.
"Hey, quit it," Rey grumbled, annoyed as he steadied the plate. "You're heavier than you look."
Jett blinked up at the ceiling, rubbing his head. "How long was I asleep?"
"It's noon, man," Rey said, still holding the plate. "You missed breakfast."
"Crap!" Jett jolted up, bolting for the bathroom.
