"Coffee?"

"At this time of night?"

"All the times."

"Not coffee! Cereal?"

"Cereal?! At this time of night?!"

"All the times." Phil winked.

"Fair enough."

As Dan shuffled to the kitchen, Phil felt a lurch in his stomach. He panicked.

"Dan?"

Silence. Then,

"Yeah?"

"I think I finished the Shreddies this morning – is there anything else?"

"Lion cereal?"

"When did we get that?!"

"When I got the tea."

Phil smiled. He was glad he didn't always have to get the shopping. Well, technically, Dan didn't either. But still, online Tesco shopping can get really boring. He scrambled out of his chair and reached for the DVDs. Leaning on his hands, his bum up in the air, he scanned the titles.

The Avengers? No, we watched it last night. Saw? Really not in the mood. Pokémon? Hmmmmmm…

"Ow!" He yelped. "Dan!"

"Just couldn't help it, sorry mate." He winked, recoiling from kicking Phil's bum.

His flatmate handed him a bowl, keeping one for himself. He popped the tea on the arm of the sofa.

Dan suggested watching Alice In Wonderland , the Tim Burton version– they hadn't watched it in a while.

Phil put the disc in the DVD player, skipping past the adverts, pressing play, and running back to the sofa, so as not to miss the beginning.

He munched on his Lion cereal, his legs up off of the floor. He peered into Dan's bowl – Maltesers! Phil reached in and popped one into his mouth, as Dan tried, and failed, to slap his hand away.

'Hatter?'

'Yes Alice?'

'Why is a raven like a writing desk'

Phil turned to Dan. Dan was frowning, his eyebrows knitted together.

'I have absolutely no idea.'

Phil smiled at his favourite scene, and turned around again, expecting Dan to snort at this cheesy line…but he was still frowning.

"You'll get frown lines."

Dan didn't answer.

So Phil poked him in the ribs. Dan merely sighed.

So Phil reached out

He leaned forwards.

And stroked Dan's neck.

He received a sharp slap to the face.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" Shouted Dan, covering his neck with his shoulder, his mouth wide. They were both laughing, hard.

"Well, what were you frowning about?"

"Why is a raven like a writing desk? It doesn't make sense."

Phil laughed, and they both ambled off to bed.