Spike has been keeping odd hours. Not that he ever kept regular hours really, but he's back to a bit of a nocturnal schedule after his encounter with the Kraken. Mostly. It's at least meant his lack of voice isn't much of an issue.

Not that he wasn't making do anyways, and could be expressive.

Still, it was a meal time of some kind. Breakfast, or dinner, he wasn't sure. But walking into the kitchen when there's a lack of activity is something he's used to. Or light activity (also used to), in the case of Maurice with an apron. And stuff.

Coming up, he taps the other on the shoulder. Points to the stuff, and tilts his head in hopefully obvious question.