Fletcher chuckled at her comment. He definitely was hungry. They hadn't had much chance to eat the delicacies Mrs. Sweeney had prepared for them but they had gotten side tracked. It had all been worth it. And if he was going to wake up to her in his shirt in the kitchen each time, he'd be arranging for it to happen more often until it became a permanent thing.

"Famished," he said with a grin as he nipped at her ear before she could nudge him with her shoulder and then kiss him on the cheek. He was loathe to let her go but did so that the bacon didn't end up burned and coffee sounded almost as good as carrying her back to bed did.

"Well you've got one up on me there then," he said as he stepped away to add the coffee to the kettle, "I can never manage to flip them without breaking the yolk so I always end up with scramble. But I do love a good over medium." Just enough of a runny yolk to make everything stick together on some toast but not so much that he'd have to spend forever mopping it up.

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