Rudolph shook his head slowly. "No. Nothing special for breakfast for me. Just something fast, easy and quick. You know, like a poptart. Or some cereal. Really, it doesn't matter to me Rassa." He wasn't about to mention he hadn't had a real breakfast in awhile. When you moved from place to place and took whatever job you could. Well, it didn't leave much money or time for big breakfasts. Besides, poptarts were yummy any time of the day. Didn't have to be when you first wake up. Moving a bit unsteady on his feet, he waited for his balance to return. Half of it was the alcohol, the other half was just the old injury acting up again. "I think I'm going to head to bed now Rassa."