[ Who? Okay, that sure is...something. Maybe he left the door open when he let JB out this morning... ]

My flatmate. [ who he should probably warn about this, oops. ] I — yeah. You came for breakfast. [ repeated back, processing, aaaaaaand then it clicks. He'd told her he was good at breakfast. ] Yes, of course you did. Okay. [ give him another second. ] Yeah, alright, there's bacon in the fridge. Or, like, bacon equivalent. [ on this weird planet with its weird animals. ] I'll just sort this out.

[ the little mess, as he comes to terms with this situation. ]