"Thanks."

Simba's stomach growled. Where were Timon and Pumbaa with his waffles? Sure, they weren't his servants or anything, but his legs still wouldn't work. He glanced back to the kitchen, hearing the commotion the warthog and meerkat made as they were most likely destroying Vyers' kitchen. "Maybe asking those two to make breakfast wasn't a good idea." It was a feeble attempt to lighten the mood a bit, but he had to try something.