What Cater believed was 'early' and what Riddle believed were 'late' were too close to the same thing, causing an overlap in their opinions. It's difficult for Riddle to not make a face at the idea that he, of all people, would be joking in any sense of the word. Maybe the narrowed eye stare would be enough, and he wouldn't need to remind Cater of the proper rising hour. Cater's a smart boy - surely he'll get it.

Still, those questions did not suggest any hope for him. Riddle huffs out a sigh, finally lifting his eyes to look at Cater. Oh. He hadn't even gotten dressed for the day. Annoyance seeps into every fiber of Riddle's face.

The first clue that something is wrong would be the answer to those questions. "I am. You should be too, you know." Riddle's pen is pointed towards Cater, before his expression softens. He could never truly get that angry with Cater, especially not when most students were taking a break right now. Even he knew that. "... I did not. I woke up with less of an appetite today and decided it was best to have tea and get to work if I was going to waste time debating on whether or not to eat at all."

Riddle, who never skips a meal. Riddle, who forces himself to stay on a strict diet, even with all the sweets he consumes. Riddle, who was left with a plethora of sweets made by Trey for their break. Riddle had skipped breakfast, because of a lack of appetite. Motioning lightly at the table, he raises a brow slightly at Cater. "Are you going to join me? We can resume where we left off yesterday."