Reizu's ears perked up and before he opened up the fridge, he stopped and thought about it. He would make the whole band something. "I got a better idea." Reizu left the house and looked at his old tour bus before sighing deeply and stepping inside. The paint job was old, but the bus still worked and the inside was still taken care of. He gathered some ingredients in a bag before leaving the old vehicle. Reizu stepped inside the house and hurried into the kitchen. "Alright, guys! I'm going to make ya'll breakfast. Trust me, I cook pretty good."