ʀᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ │ ᴄxɴsᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏ
Slaving in the kitchen since the early dawn was none other than Ludger himself. Their affirmed schedule for their respite was to be instituted in due time and hence, the stewing in conscious during unholy hours ( not that Ludger found it queer from his own daily routines ). The twin lunch boxes were exhibited neatly side by side, ready to be packed once the last dish on their menu was finalized. Jude was asleep -- or at least, what he perceived it to be until the subdued clutters of footsteps seized his attention. Only tilting his head back a tad, Ludger greeted his weary partner with a cordial smile ( which would have bred thoughts of insanity if no one understood Ludger to have developed an early riser attribute ) etched upon his visage. "Good morning." And as if on cue, the fried croquette balls was deemed ready to be fetched.