"I'll be sure to do that," Atton said.

He opened up a drawer and rummaged around until he found something that closely resembled cutlery.

He was not going to ask questions. Or push his luck on the argumentative angle when he could feel exhaustion prodding at him from behind a veil of restlessness. Frankly, social interaction wasn't high up on his list at all - or he might've gone looking to see why he was sensing Sparks back on the island.

He snagged a noodle out of his carton instead and leaned back against the counter without another word.