The waiters began to clear their plates, and she cocked her head thoughtfully. "You can say no, but would you like to sleep in the observatory tonight?"
", Sleep in the observatory?" he asked, looking up at her. "I suppose we could, but we'll have to wake up early and go back to the room so we don't get caught "
"I'm okay with that," she said, nodding. "I don't know. I feel like we haven't gone in there just to go in there lately, you know? It's always because of something."
"Yeah, I understand. I feel like a lot of big parts of our relationship happened in there. I don't mind going for the enjoyment, though."
She grinned as they began walking towards the room. "We can grab pillows," she said excitedly. "And blankets."
"Where would we even get food?" she asked, looking up at him. "Are you some sort of secret chef that I don't know about?"
"Yep. I can make the best pancakes you've ever tasted. Trust me." He shook his head. "I think pillows and blankets will have to do for now, though."
"Mm," she murmured, squeezing his hand. "I'll trust you. and I think it's probably for the better, anyways. Pancakes are sticky."
"That's true. Messes are one of my least favorite things. I like when it's clean, y'know?" he said, opening his door. "Should we just grab all the blankets?"
