Toast
Face heard a clattering noise as he entered the kitchen, and he groaned. He really hoped that Murdock wasn't dumping out all the cereal again. It was too early in the morning to have to deal with Murdock.
Unfortunately for him, it was indeed Murdock who had made the noise.
Murdock was nowhere near the cereal; instead, he was up on the counter looking through the upper cabinets. The clatter had been him shuffling around mixing bowls to look behind them.
"Faceman!"
Drat. I was hoping I could leave without him noticing me. "What are you looking for?"
"I was gonna make toast for everybody before you guys woke up. Hannibal's has gooseberry jelly, B.A.'s has chocolate spread – the big guy needs a little sweetness – yours was gonna have honey, and mine'll have all that plus rainbow sprinkles! But I can't find the honey!"
Face looked at the table, noticing the four plates of toast set out alongside jars of jelly, spread, and sprinkles.
"Uh… just butter would be fine for me."
"No, it's gotta be honey, for your sweet-talkin' n' honeyed words!" His eyes lit up, and Face sighed in resignation. "We must go on a QUEST!"
It ended up being quite some time before breakfast was finally eaten.