Spike listened to the banter of his friends with some amusement. Cera was putting on a brave face, despite being humiliated the previous evening in her misadventure with the tree. He stifled the laugh that wanted to leap forth, however, as he didn't want to be on the receiving end of an agitated threehorn.
Observing that the others would probably agree on a game soon, he decided to have a quick meal while he still could. He had overslept that morning and when Ducky had woken him up there was little time to have breakfast before their usual late morning games. Nonetheless, he kept his misgivings to himself. He had no one else to blame for sleeping in besides himself.
Turning and looking at a nearby bush, he took a large bite. I will have to make this quick. Hopefully they have an argument or something and that gives me some time to eat! Reflecting that this was the only time in his life that he wished the gang to actually begin bickering about something, he emitted an amused snort.
As he ate, he continued to listen to the antics of the gang, which were not interrupted in any way by his mid-morning meal.