Fred squinted at Kipp, “what’s wrong with your head? Your pointing at it” he asked blinking and yawningKipp smirked at the still groggy looking Fred, who seemed to be looking for where the currently non-existent breakfast they were talking about was.
"Mornin." He said gesturing to his own head with a finger, to imply Fred might want to fix his hair, which was stuck straight up on one side of his head. "You slept with your glasses on? You must have crashed pretty hard last night."