"Good morning to you both, as well." Gareth twisted his body and popped his back into working order, the pain from his head subsiding. His stomach growled, and immediately he blurted, "Excuse me, sorry..." The offer of food enticed him, and breakfast would satisfy his hunger. "Yes, that seems especially in order," he joked about his stomach's grumbling. His hair was messy and uncombed, Harker having just risen from deep slumber, and meticulous as he was about attire and hair, he lacked his comb. No matter, he had to put up with it until they returned to the castle. However, he didn't particularly appreciate looking so untidy. As he got to his feet, he stretched his arms with another heaving yawn.