Pip blinks his one remaining eye and stares up at the ceiling. He had absolutely no idea what time it was here and he wasn't sure he actually cared. His body was telling him he ought to be awake and his personal preferences with the matter could go to hell, thank you very much. And while they were out, would they mind picking up some coffee?

Coffee.... that sounded like a good idea. Pushing himself out of bed, Pip gets dressed and heads out into town for humanity's answer to ambrosia, caffiene. He could probably get a few chores done as well while he was at it. Actually, chores first. Espresso later.