"Mmm," Elliot answered around a mouthful of toast, "You're probably right," He took a long drink from the glass Callan had placed on the table before him, "It's probably good you reminded me... A little forgetful sometimes, I'll pack something after we eat," He wondered at Callan eating, since he had said once before that it was bland and not at all necessary to consume food. Thinking that it likely had something to do with that servant and his weird drinking habits, Elliot decided against inquiring. Instead he happily ate his breakfast, which really was good, or as good as a simple omelet could be.<br/><br/>"Are you still planning to come along?" He asked after he was about half way though the meal. He looked forward to spending the night with the redhead, pleased with the perceived progress of the trip so far. Once done eating, he took and rinsed both their plates before packing the makings of a sandwich and disappearing into the bedroom to get dressed for the day. He returned not long after with his pants and the larger of the sketchbooks safely nestled into an over the shoulder bag. He paused to add the sandwich and a bottle of water before heading for the door apparently ready to head out right then.