[John peers out and then slips through the curtain. It doesn't take him long to figure out his roommates will pose no threat. He can still hear faint snoring coming from the beds.

He peeks back in the curtain, keeping his voice low.]

Yeah, they're still out for the count, so c'mon.

As for breakfast, my plans almost always begin and end at "get there in time and have it". Why, you have something in mind?