Nate gave Nikolas a wry smile. "I'm pretty sure the only times I've slept more than four hours straight in the last decade were after being knocked out." Which happened to him rather more frequently than was probably healthy, but at least there wasn't any brain damage - that showed up on scans, anyway.

"Should be enough here if either of you two want some. I was hungry, so..." He shrugged. He was still reveling a little in being able to have food, to cook whenever he wanted. The last future he'd been in had kind of sucked, in that regard.

"There's some 'orange' juice in the fridge, though I'm pretty sure they just dug up the recipe for Tang and relabeled it."