Uh, yeah. I sent another teacher a text saying I was sick and needed my classes covered.

[He's a little baffled by how at home Jack has made himself in the last few hours, then again everything about Jack baffles him. Hiccup has the decency to smile sheepishly when he hears nothing in his cupboard was edible or in-date, walking further into the kitchen until he's behind Jack, wrapping his arms around his waist and giving a peck on his shoulder as he watches him make breakfast.]

And tomatoes on toast is fine.