Escaping from the Blake who was laughing happily and walking into the kitchen, I placed the prepared food on the counter table.
"Eh? Ben, did you make breakfast?"
"It's already a combination of breakfast and lunch."
Blake, who walked to the counter yawning and slowly, opened his eyes wide and stared at the plates placed there. But although I made it, it's not something sumptuous. It's just ham and eggs, toast, and salad. It's just a matter of cutting, toasting, and then plating.
"Ah, it's already eleven o'clock. When did you get up, Ben?"
"Um, around nine."
Blake, who pulled a chair and sat in front of me, looked at the clock on the counter table and tilted his head slightly. Seeing his action, I shrugged and poured coffee into the cups.
"You even specially went to buy some change of clothes."
"Wearing the school uniform immediately after getting up on a rest day would make one feel down, right?"
"Thank you."
"Um."
