Still a bit dozy, Paul couldn’t make heads nor tails of what Charlette was saying.  Something about pesty and liking her, he was pretty sure.  He in turn mumbled something about she was not and yes, he did.  Hopefully, he kept the order straight.<br/><br/>Shortly thereafter, Charlette excused herself, uttered she was going to make toffee (why would he want candy in the morning?) and then left his bed and bedroom.<br/><br/>Peace and quiet now restored, Paul rolled over to his favorite side, his right, and fell back asleep.