She smiles fondly at the way he kisses her shoulder, a faint shiver coursing down her spine at the brush of his lips. She laces her fingers together and rests her chin on them, humming a little in thought. "Mm... coffee. Eggs," she lists slowly, pursing her lips and arching her brow inquisitively. "Bacon? Pancakes? And ooh, fruit salad." Since someone else is doing the cooking for them, they may as well take full advantage of the fact.