[Mark saunters in wearing... Winnie the Pooh pajama bottoms, since it's the middle of the night, and pauses when he sees someone's in here, hovering in the doorway awkwardly for a moment] Oh, uh, I didn't think-- [He points loosely at the fridge and then back over his shoulder, and then realizes his gestures don't really make sense with his words and drops his hand] I'm just going to-- [He moves over to yank the fridge door open and... stares. Because it's so very empty.
Without another word, he slowly closes it and opens one of the cupboards. And then another. And another. He turns his head verrrry slowly to regard to pile of crumbs in front of Alainn on the table]
mwa ha ha!
Without another word, he slowly closes it and opens one of the cupboards. And then another. And another. He turns his head verrrry slowly to regard to pile of crumbs in front of Alainn on the table]