She smiled at him warmly before burying her head in his chest, her arms curling up between them as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Poppy's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was his face. Her brow furrowed, confused, and she put her hand to her head, trying to remember what had happened last night.
She watched him with a small smile before sitting up and kissing his forehead, careful not to wake him. Slipping out of bed, she padded down the hallway and went out into the main living area. She put a frying pan on the stove and pulled out some eggs from the fridge, humming to herself. She glanced down at Tom, and frowned, noticing the pita chips in his dog bowl. With a sigh, she threw them out and replaced them with dog food. "Sorry, Tom," she murmured as the dog bent over his meal. She turned back to the stove and began to cook.
A bit later, he woke up, looking around curiously before sliding out of bed, entering the kitchen with a sleepy look.
Poppy's back was to him, and he would be able to hear her humming quietly. She reached over and cracked an egg into the pan before tossing the shells into the compost under the sink.
She started, but turned her head towards him with a grin, her hair ticking his skin. "Hey, Craw," she said, kissing his cheek. "Are you hungry?"
Her brow drew in concern. "Really?" she asked, taking the eggs off the heat. "What happened? I don't remember."
"Oh no," she groaned, bringing her hands to her face to cover the blush that spread over her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Francis."
