So there is pajama-donning and various ablutions and snuggles and sleep.

Sleep and snuggles and wake up and yaaa—

—aaaawn.

Snuggle-adjustment.

He kisses the top of her head and leaves his lips there, breathing softly.

"Morrrrrning." Yawn.

"Morning, ma'am."

Pat pat. And time to get up and start the day.

Yup, that it is! He gets up and stretches, then starts putting clothes on.

"I like waking up with you already in bed with me. Especially on weekends, pity this isn't one."

He grins. "I really like going to sleep with you and waking up with you and hearing you say nouns every now and then if I fall asleep after you or wake up in the middle of the night."

"I'm glad the nouns don't keep you up, that would be really inconvenient."

"I like them. Sometimes I make myself stay awake to listen to them."

"Awww, pet."

He grins again. "You're adorable saying random nouns, and they're soothing. It's not even just you being here, 'cause, we're snuggling in bed, I know you're here, but you're also—comfortable? Relaxed? Around me and. I dunno. I like that."

She kisses him.

He kisses her back. "I love you."

"Good." Pinch. More kiss. She collects her cane and backpack. "Breakfast? Or are you still stuffed from the tasting menu?"

"I got my sense of taste back only a few days ago, I'm not sure I'll ever feel stuffed again."

"Well, don't overdo it and make yourself sick."

"I'll try not to."

"Good." Kiiiiiiiss. And off to breakfast.

Off to breakfast! What's for breakfast? Suddenly Sadde's interested in everything.

Isabella sends him to get her hash browns with bacon in and scrambled eggs and OJ. There are some other things, of course.

...Sadde will get all the things for himself. Not a lot of them, but a little of all the things.