"Then I guess I'll save that for last," Brice answered decisively, leaning back against the cushion and tugging gently on the back of Warren's shirt so he knew he could relax a little, too. Tucking into his meal with the plate on his lap, Brice inspected what was under the burger bun. Finding nothing to his dislike, he took a big bite, holding the burger in one hand as he hunted around with the other for the remote.

Swallowing, Brice found the remote and waggled it. "You wanna watch anything ooooor," he drawled, debating options himself, "listen to music?"