<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"No, rude was waking up cold because someone stole all the blankets," Cameron murmured, chuckling.  He stroked his hand through her hair, relaxing into the warmth she provided.  "It was get dressed or risk frostbite."  It wasn't anywhere near that cold in here, of course -- he was mostly teasing.  "That, and I cannot remember what time we will be expecting Leticia, and it seemed prudent to already be dressed."  He pressed his cheek against her hair, yawning.  "You should do the same, my love -- and then we can lounge here in comfort awhile, aye?"</span></span>