For the briefest moment, when it looks like York's about to jibe Theta about bedtime, North glances at him with the briefest and stillest of warning looks. Bedtime is something they've just gotten to work, and he is really, really appreciating sleeping something approaching normal hours. Thank goodness for Delta, and he breathes a small sigh of relief, going back to his tray as Theta flickers into view on the table near his free hand.

" I dunno." He shifts a little, restless. "What's it like?"