The blonde stirs, giving little sleepy mutters. Molly rolls her eyes and nudges him. "Lysander Xen-"
"I'm up," he groans, though he makes no effort to open his eyes.
The witch sighs in exasperation. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep, steadying breath. Slowly, she opens her eyes again. "We have things to do," she reminds him. "A house to clean. Not to mention Lucy's birthday dinner is tonight. And you still-"
Her words end in a startled yelp as her boyfriend grabs her hands and pulls gently, sending her tumbling beside him on the bed. "You worry too much," he chuckles, pulling her close.
"You don't worry at all," Molly says, scowling. "I have to worry enough for both of us."
Lysander laughs, pulling the covers over them. "Call it a lazy day. Stay in bed all afternoon."
"But there are plans!"
His arms wrap around her. "One day off won't kill you."
"It might," she grumbles, though she snuggles into him anyway.
"You're more likely to die from overwork than inactivity," he snorts. "Besides, I can think of a few activities we can do in bed if you're really worried about it."