Bobby stumbled down the stairs into the living room, pausing to give a tired stretch, covering his mouth as he yawned. Looking around to see who was up, he remained quiet, never really a morning person. "Morning ya'll," He muttered in his lazy, southern drawl, then smiled softly to everyone gathered in the kitchen and stumbled into the living room, plopping down on the sofa in his khaki shorts, red polo and sandals.