The morning after Fiona's unexpected
visit, Indy left his makeshift bed at a fairly reasonable hour. Or at least, a reasonable hour for him. Most people would probably consider it their lunch hour. So as not to wake his guest, he used the guest bathroom to shower and grabbed some clean clothes out of the drier.
He's in the kitchen now, cheerfully humming along with The Best of CCR as he bustles around.
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk...
Coffee has been made (and a good amount drunk), and judging by the aromas, breakfast is coming along quite nicely.