"It's weird, man! I laid down and oops, there went twelve hours. I think." Remember, time is weird when he lives through so much of it. "At least, that's what the numbers on the phone say. I could'a read a book, made way too much ice cream, but nope. Just... laying there on my face..."

But he steps over to scrub out the bowls he was using, which... honestly takes him less time than it ought to because scrubbing is a swirling motion and little twisters with a dishcloth or a sponge? Not to mention air drying is so easy when there's an oven nearby and a wind seraph.