Max and Yavin the badger arrive as I'm having breakfast; they look exhausted, and I rise to give them the comfortable sofa to relax on.
Their meaty pizza - their reward for pulling an all-nighter overhauling Max's particle accelerator - is placed on the coffee table, and smells way better than my muesli and coffee.
I switch off the TV and offer to pour their soda, which I then do slowly, watching their eyelids droop as I hum a gentle Bavarian lullabye.
After a few minutes, I eat their pizza on my own; I don't like to wake them, and it's a shame to waste it.
Some days I question my ethics.
Inspired by the Five Sentence Fiction prompt "You Fat Bastard"
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