Those emerald eyes briefly brushed over the wetness that marred the boy's hair - the goop that encrusted those dark locks was certainly not water and slowly a frown etched it's way upon the man's features, pressing his lips into a hard line. He decided not to press the matter now. Later he'd find a way to dunk the boy in some water till his ebony hair was pristine. It was far too early the morning to deal with the lanky deviant's ridiculous antics - even if, in a round about way, he already was. The man seated himself between his companion and the stubborn female, knowing all too well that his comments towards the girl would be over heard by his ever inquisitive comrade. After all, when the conversation dwelled on food, the boy seemed to pay such rapt attention to every word that left his mouth. He was, there for, entirely unsurprised to find that several moments later, the few pieces that had so managed to survive the youth's reckless theft were presented in front of him - along with other crumbs of the meal the woman had so carefully crafted herself. A soft sigh left his lips as his emerald gaze skirted over the content's of his plate, almost entirely ignoring the accusatory tone that laced the deviant's broken lyrics.

"You probably deserved it." He muttered with a soft grunt, after all he was fairly certain that Tobias had stolen the girl's entire meal. Quite frankly he was surprised that the only form of punishment the boy had gotten was egg in his hair. Despite their respective positions within the pack, Tetradore was hardly as demanding as his counterpart. He might not have treated females in the same respect he did his own gender but he certainly was not as naive or idiotic enough to command the girl in front of him to simply get up and cook him breakfast. He might ask persuasively...but that was another matter entirely. Out of the corner of his eye, the man was vaguely aware of Tobias' movements though he hadn't quite expected what was up the boy's sleeve. In retrospect - he should have. After all, Tobias was generally rather mischievous by nature, taking the man's commands as absolutes rather then mere suggestions. A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips as Minn's chair was taken to the floor by a swift kick. Frankly, Tetradore was hardly awake enough for any of this yet. Hell - he hadn't even had a cup of coffee and already things had begun to fall apart. Briefly, he wondered if this was any indication as to how the rest of the day was going to proceed.

He ignored the grin upon the face of his comrade, his head shaking ever so slightly, his voice sharp as he responded. "No Tobias, you may not. She is our guest. That's not how we treat our guests. Fetch her chair." There was a brief wave of his hand within the general direction of where the stool had clattered loudly to the floor though he ignored Tobias gibe much in the same fashion that he too had ignored Minn's. Instead, his elbow was placed upon the table, his cheek settling into his palm as he stared at the stove across the way of the kitchen, idly considering if he truly wanted to cook or if he'd rather just starve. It took so much effort but he could hardly help the way his stomach grumbled at the residual smells of the feast she had so perfected. It was disappointing to say the least. He couldn't even cook to the same degree that she could. Never the less, the man slowly rose to cross the kitchen, reaching over the dirty counter tops to fish out the carton of eggs. "Did you even leave anything behind for anyone else to eat?" He commented dryly, suddenly finding this far more amusing that maybe she too would have to suffer in the same way he seemed bound to regardless of Tobias' intrusion.