Asa yawned a bit, stretching out and rubbing his eyes as he sat up on the couch he'd pretty unceremoniously fallen asleep on. While he was sleeping, he was blissfully unaware of his broken body, so it was always a bit of a drag to wake up again... BUT... Anselm and Kyrie were coming over, and that made him rather excited, even if 'calm and steady' were the keywords for him most days. He heard Sage calling, and shouted back from his position on the couch, moving to kick off the blankets and stifle a yawn.
"I'm up!" he called. "Just a minute, and I'll be over there. I'm sorry, Sage - I didn't mean to fall completely out like that, I just meant to take a nap."
Pulling himself up, he tried to straighten out the blankets into some semblance of order, yawned again, and started toward the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. "Oh... You already got the stew in. I was going to help with that! But I can still help with the rolls." His eyes twinkled a bit, as he started getting out the dough they'd stuck into the fridge to thaw the night before. "It'll be nice to see them again, won't it?" he asked, gathering the butter and cooking spray as well. "Ah, where are the pans? I keep forgetting."