Faint sounds penetrated his sleep, Andy turned to his side, to his other side, and opened his eyes. It sounded like... someone was in his house. Burglar? Then he recalled he had a guest. He was so used to living alone that the sound of someone else opening doors and walking around had broken his morning slumber. 

Should he go back to sleep? Or see what his guest was up to?

Curiosity won and he got up, aided by a complaining bladder, and he grabbed a morning robe as he left his room. Scratching his head, his messy hair falling around his face almost reached his shoulders. He'd grab a band to bind his hair if he would decide to stay up. 

First he went to the kitchen where he heard some sounds coming from. He poked his head in and looked at Alastor, rummaging through the fridge. "That's mustard," he said when he saw the jar in Alastor's hand. "It's really spicy. It's good with cheese but only in small amounts, for a bit extra flavour."