These two chaps look a wee bit tired. Unless the leaning aspect of the bigger one has to do with the over-indulging of, well, of something.
Chocolate eggs maybe. Or scrambled eggs. With salmon.
I’m sorry, I’m only capable of thinking about Easter Sunday brunch. The Blåkulla flight last night was tiring. I’m the one who should be leaning against walls. But we’re definitely not having chicken.