[He doesn't really have hair to smooth over, but she still, slides her hand from his temple to the top of his head and presses her lips to his forehead. She lingers with her mouth still against his skin while she speaks.] Since you're asking so nicely, of course.
[Then she ruffles his hair like a jerk while pulling away, shifting so she's on her knees then to her feet. She'd slept in her clothing last night and she looks a touch uncomfortable, the fabric rumpled. Her hair's messy, but she smooths it out and slides a hair tie (from wherever, probably magic!!), over it.] Pancakes? Or, we could go out?
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[Then she ruffles his hair like a jerk while pulling away, shifting so she's on her knees then to her feet. She'd slept in her clothing last night and she looks a touch uncomfortable, the fabric rumpled. Her hair's messy, but she smooths it out and slides a hair tie (from wherever, probably magic!!), over it.] Pancakes? Or, we could go out?