They both accepted the given reasons, left alone the unspoken ones, and simply enjoyed the bath until too tired to stay any longer.  Luke let himself be pampered, the robe so much nicer than any he'd ever used before, and the offer of something to sleep in was welcome as well.<br/><br/>Picking a shirt and some pants that he practically drowned in, Luke was warm, dry, and utterly exhausted.  Eddy fell asleep within minutes, with Luke not too far behind; the snoring didn't bother him, the noise lulling him into a deep sleep.  He curled up near Eddy, not too close to give him his own space, shut his eyes, and was taken over by whispy, pleasant dreams.<br/><br/>In amongst the calming darkness and phantom images, Luke slowly became aware of a pressure on his chest, something heavy and warm, and felt a tap on his chin.  The boy stirred, grey-blue eyes peeking open, and he was greeted by a cat's intent stare-- Eddy's cat.  What was her name...?<br/><br/>Luke smiled sleepily, reaching up to scratch behind her ears.  Your Majesty, that was it.  "Morning," he mumbled, voice syrupy as he was only half-awake, and his fingers were fumbling as they patted.  "Cute..."