"Me too." Every now and then he gets a call during the daytime. As long as it's not in the morning, he's usually up for those, but they're infrequent. He charges more for those since they're off-hours for him.

Dal took a few more bites, leaving behind only the crust of his toast before finishing off his coffee. Usually, he makes do with leftovers from a diner closer to where he sleeps -- a nice older lady there saves what would otherwise get thrown away and boxes it up for him to take. But he's got no way to warm it.

"Hopefully can go back to bein' a daywalker soon." He looked to the plate then nodded subtly. "Thanks for breakfast."