It doesn't take long for McKay to dispatch the eggs and bacon once he started, and the toast was merely that piece de resistance, the chance to mop up any stray piece that might have escaped his fork. Putting his utensil down, he picked up his mug of coffee, made to take another draught, and discovered in the action that it was, indeed, empty.

Sighing, the scientist pushed against the table, sliding the legs of the chair along the floor, and grabbed his plate at the same time in order to bring it to the sink. He doesn't mind a meeting, as long as something productive comes out of it. And with this group, well, he's not always sure. He reached for the coffee pot once more, and pulling the carafe away from the burner, found that it was empty.

"What is this? I'm the only one who makes coffee?" First on the beach, now here...