He squinted after that darn cat. Sancho was lucky he was huge and adorable.

"Since... Valentine's Day?" That was the last time to his recollection. Though he had to admit, sometimes his recollection was a little spotty from all the late nights he put in. He put his arms around her when she moved closer.

"Well, that does make a small conundrum. You and your cuddliness are right here. Even if you are wearing yesterday's clothes. Breakfast is out in the kitchen, probably staying warm in an oven." Except the fruit. He didn't think the chef would put fruit by itself in the oven.