Parker, already absent in thought and leaning against his hand with his eyes closed, almost entirely forgetting that he needed to get up and eat until he was alone at the table. Looking around with a slightly red complexion building up, he stood up quickly and put together a small plate at the buffet, returning just in time to join Søren in taking his seat. The two ate in silence, as they normally did for at least the first plate they attacked in primal hunger, until everyone returned to the table. It wasn't long before he found himself, as he often did, wondering why these gatherings were more rare than they should be. Though even if they visited everyday, he's sure he would still think it not enough. It was very difficult to feel lonely or bored around his favorite people. 

As they exchanged lines, Parker idly moved his eyes between his friends before raising an eyebrow in confusion, gulping down his most recent bite. "This is truly a surreal moment," he spoke dramatically. "[i]Søren[/i] was the first to say something productive." After a short laugh and a sip of his drink, he picked the topic back up with a shrug. "As new as it is to me to say this, he's kinda right. Today I was actually just thinking that we should be able to knock the rest out by the weekend." Parker had always heard that you should take an hour or two per minute of track time in the studio to record it, and seeing as they had most of two remaining songs to record and track Matt's vocals over, the timing added up. "Wouldn't you guys say so? Or is that too optimistic?" With a very real questioning look, he scanned over his friend's faces for their responses, continuing to fill his stomach up with pork fried rice completely covered in an unhealthy amount of soy sauce.