Nyx never knew what to order, so he just ordered two meals of a full English and a side of fried potatoes. He was sure Hex would eat most of it, the wolf was always hungry.

With that sorted he set about making coffee, adding some brandy to his and leaning against the counter as he sipped it. He must be starting to look unwell, people only brought up food when he was starting to look ill. He'd have to start putting effort into his looks again- A little glamour here and there to stop anyone worrying too much.