Not for nothing, of course, that Eliot was chosen as the chef. Not because Donatello was a bad chef. He just wasn't the best chef out of them. Plus he'd been working on the traps, limiting his time to cook. Indeed, he'd just come back after working on a trap hut on the other island the whole night. Though, given how awake he was as he entered the tent, he could have fooled his allies.

"Morning," he greeted. His tone wasn't exactly chipper, given what happened the previous day. "Second one's up. How's Momoko and Ariadne?"