Mike smiles a little when her stomach growls, and obliges her with a kiss before he shifts to slither out of bed.
"Food sounds like a great idea." he agrees, stretching with a groan. He was still in his pajamas: basketball shorts and a t-shirt (thank God, because Things might have happened if he hadn't worn a shirt to bed), and felt decent enough to just head for the kitchen.
Present or not, the spectre of her father still made him nervous.
"Do you cook? 'Cause I can a little, if you don't." he explains with a grin. "And I'm talking more than Eggos: if you're my girlfriend now, I have to keep you well fed."
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"Food sounds like a great idea." he agrees, stretching with a groan. He was still in his pajamas: basketball shorts and a t-shirt (thank God, because Things might have happened if he hadn't worn a shirt to bed), and felt decent enough to just head for the kitchen.
Present or not, the spectre of her father still made him nervous.
"Do you cook? 'Cause I can a little, if you don't." he explains with a grin. "And I'm talking more than Eggos: if you're my girlfriend now, I have to keep you well fed."