I've never been a breakfast person. I'm not proud of it, but I can go for weeks skipping breakfast.
Trevor, on the other hand, needs exactly 2.5 seconds between opening his eyes and heading for the kitchen in the morning. When he's here (in Europe) he uses his superpowers (ok, maybe just the power of example) to convince me to have breakfast but I fall out of this routine the minute his plane takes off.
Hopefully I'll get into the breakfast habit once we move in together for good.