[By the time she returns to his room, there's a tray on each of the nightstands, and Amelia will find french toast, a dish of halved strawberries and a cup of coffee waiting for her. Gale, too, has been waiting patiently, having made himself comfortable by getting his feet back under the covers and propping his pillow up against the headboard, his own mug in one hand. He offers her a small smile, gesturing to the spot beside him to invite her to make herself comfortable.]

I suppose we could have eaten in the kitchen just as easily, but I think we're both in need of a slow morning. It's probably the first weekend in ages I haven't had to catch up on work, for one.

[There were other reasons they had earned it, as well, but he doesn't mean to imply anything more immediate by it— they had both had a challenging semester and kept themselves especially busy, and from the sounds of it, would both be fairly busy throughout the holidays. Even a day of vacation would be well-deserved.]

Besides, as you were so kind as to review my presentation for me last night, I must insist you relax and enjoy yourself today.