"Good morning, sleepy head." Tony called over his shoulder as Michelle entered the kitchen. She lazily rubbed her eyes and plopped down in a chair at the table. Tony was busy making breakfast, flipping eggs and buttering toast. Michelle groaned and let her head flop down on the table, staring in his direction. He was already dressed, wearing a wool turtleneck and blue jeans that hugged his butt. She couldn't help but smile.
"Mmmm, what are oo ooin upp ohh earlay?" she asked, yawning in the middle of the sentence.
"Well, we have a long day ahead of us, so I figured I'd get an early start and make some breakfast." he explained, turning from the counter with two full plates in his hands. He set one down on the other end of the table and looked with adoring eyes upon the pitiful creature in front of him. She was a mass of curls, and if he didn't know any better he would have thought a wookie had decided to take a nap on the kithen table.
"I can't very well serve this on top of your head." he hinted. She picked her head up and smirked at him, allowing him to deposit the solid cholesterol on the placemat in front of her.
"Thank you. And it's your own fault if you have to drag me around all day. Getting me up this early." she muttered under her breath.
"Didn't you sleep well?" he asked, pouring coffee into two cup sitting on the table.
"I slept great. Just not for very long." she complained, giving him a grateful look for the coffee now sitting in her mug.
"Michelle, we slept for at least six hours." he observed, looking at his watch while carrying over the milk carton. Michelle's face landed in her hands.
"I usually sleep eight or nine. I'm still deprived." she continued, pouring some milk into the cup between yawns.
"Nothing some coffee can't cure." he assured her, sitting across the table and mixing some sugar into his mug.
"You could say that again." she replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "Mmmm, thank you for mking breakfast. It smells wonderful."
"Dig in. You'll need the energy."
"Oh really?" she questioned sarcastically. "Sweetheart, if eggs and bacon could make up for two hours of missed sleep, I'd eat them every morning. Unfortunately, they aren't miracle workers."
"Plus you can't cook." he retorted.
"And that."