you can have it all, my empire of dirt

Stephen had not been sleeping at the exact moment Nott began rummaging through the kitchen. He had gotten up not long before and was meditating. It was something that had become an integral part of his life, practically essential as it helped him focus his mind. His mind had, admittedly, been given more rest after he no longer held the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme, but meditating still eased his mind and helped him maintain clarity. Somewhere in the midst of his introspection, he detected a familiar presence in his home. Opening his eyes, he got to his feet and tracked down the presence to his kitchen. Nott, he realized, was searching for something. Food? She was, after all, looking in the fridge. "Hungry?" He finally asked after a few moments of watching her curiously. He realized he must've been the image of a man who had just woken up -- his hair was still ruffled from sleep, sporting the undershirt and pants he fell asleep in. He was just missing the weariness in his voice and in his features, but meditation helped lessen that.

‘Actually… you’re the second person this morning.’