John raised an eyebrow a little at the 'beer me' comment, because Bobby Drake made a surprisingly authentic frat boy. Crossing to the fridge, he pulled out a few beers he'd already had chilled, put them into a bucket, and sat that on the table, a testament to how much he thought Bobby might drink. Or maybe an offering.

"Consider yourself beered," he murmured, fixing his beer, and taking a satisfied bite. "And if you wake up at 3am, I'll probably still be studying, so I'll give you a cuddle and tell you to get back to sleep."

He took another bite, and pushed the bowl of fries he'd prepared in Bobby's direction, before reaching to grab a beer for himself.

"So. How is everyone?"