"From what I remember, yes," he said, his voice a little shaky and deep from his long slumber. In truth, he had slept better that night than he had in the last... ever, since the Fall anyway. It was always difficult to sleep, even with the aid of a power sedative. But being with Madison, even in just a position as simple as theirs, his woes were less heavy, weight less on his shoulders. He felt like he could breath with her, and for the first time in years, he was happy. Without even thinking, he started lightly scratching her skin with his fingertips. It was such an idle act, possibly benign to most, but in Arc it was a sign of trust, and deep affection.<br/><br/>For a while, he did not make any attempt to get up. He really didn't have any motivation to leave their embrace, though he knew both of them would need to eventually. "How did you sleep? Did you dream?" Arc felt a little bad for not being more attentive to her as she slept, but so drugged up he was basically oblivious to the rest of the world. After some time, however, his body called to him to get up, so he very carefully shifted so they could both get up from the bed. He dressed himself, then stood and made his way toward the kitchen. "I'll get us something going to eat."<br/><br/>Arc got to work preparing something for them to eat for breakfast, pulling some potatoes from his storage room and some dried meat, which he planned to rehydrate. His meat stores were diminishing, so he made a note to go hunting as soon as the both of the were fully recovered. Hunting was tough in the Wilds and in the Badlands, which is why he was hoping that the fallen craft carried any useful supplies. Still, he had learned to take down big game without firing a single shot. He just had to be patient and be willing to set the traps.<br/><br/>The potatoes he sliced thin then placed in a pan on the fire with a little oil and some dried herbs from his garden during the last harvest. The meat had been previous salted so it required no extra seasoning. He cut the beef-apparent into chunks and tossed them in with the potatoes, leaving the kitchenette only long enough to pull a dehydrated bell pepper from his small storage area.<br/><br/>When it was finished, Arc placed the food in the same bowls from the previous meal, though he had, of course, washed them as best as one could, and served it up with some water. "Bon appetit," he chuckled, inviting Madison to sit with him. He hoped the meal would be okay, but was willing to bet that her hunger would probably outweigh any lack of seasoning. Besides, after the fall, no one enjoyed gourmet meals anymore.