Xamto rolls over, allowing Shira to pet his belly, and Azarus hums a tune as he puts himself to work at their stovetop. She can't see what exactly he's making, except for the fact he's using a lot of the mixing bowl's contents to do it. The warm and quaint little kitchen smells faintly of bread, almost covering up the scent of sex, and after about ten minutes pass, Az is licking his fingers and pulling out some plates.
"Don't look now. We want it to be a surprise, don't we? Go on and get grumpy Mr. Grawel, or better yet, stay in bed and I'll come serve you."
"Don't look now. We want it to be a surprise, don't we? Go on and get grumpy Mr. Grawel, or better yet, stay in bed and I'll come serve you."